This spectacle could be summed up with one description: a rampaging beast.

If a bloodthirsty beast was let loose within a flock of sheep, a spectacle similar to this one would've been recreated.

Vincent's heart pounded like crazy as a quiet gasp-like noise leaked out of his lips. "Huk...!"

Just what was going on here? What was the meaning of this?

Vincent knew who these Japanese warriors were. He knew they were from Nanahoshi-gumi.

The Round Table dissected and analyzed various factions in almost every nation on Earth, ostensibly for the purpose of protecting world peace. As such, Vincent would've obviously known about Nanahoshi-gumi's name. After all, he was a member of the Round Table and the proud captain of the Chevaliers that represented France's martial might.

Besides, Nanahoshi-gumi was infamous for its belligerence among its counterparts, anyway. Although it couldn't claim to be Japan's top gumi, it still had a secure stronghold with a firm foundation in its home nation. Any organization with a sizable territory in Japan could be considered a gathering of the top martial artists in the world.

Even then, those warriors were still being slaughtered like little lambs.

"Kkuuuhuhk!"

"Urhk!"

Those poor men couldn't even scream properly. And they weren't collapsing from something like treatable injuries, either. Their torsos were sliced apart from a single sword strike, or their necks were broken with...