77 Chapter 77 (1/2)
”Well... Here I am.”
When the assassin heard these words, he could not help but gulp in fear. The implication behind this unseen man's speed was simply unfathomable.
To be able to arrive at his blind spot without him getting a sniff of when and how that happened was absolutely ridiculous! This assassin should know because he was a master in the arts of hiding.
And a pretty accomplished one at that!
This kind of thing just doesn't happen unless there was a huge gap in strength or this unknown master has used some kind of advanced concealing technique beyond that of his understanding.
'Fight or flee!' the assassin thought briefly. There was really no reward to be had for any heroics or useless shenanigans he might do if that would culminate in him losing his life for it.
That would be funny for him to do because he was an expert assassin who loved slaying his targets as they sleep. To be a warrior and face a foe head on was definitely not one of his strengths.
Especially not against someone who was clearly more powerful than our poor assassin.
'FLEE!' the assassin dashed to the left, away and beyond the reach of the mysterious master at his back.
The assassin's steps were heavy and gone was the cover of silence that he had meticulously applied ever since his arrival.
After all, what mattered most right now was to get away as fast as he possibly can.
The floors echoed loudly and some were even wrecked along his path. It could be judged from this alone on how this measured panic had increased the adrenaline rush in this assassins movements.
”Oh? You are a runner after all. And here i thought that you could at least serve as my good sparring partner for tonight.” Clark taunted as he saw the quickly escaping black shadow assassin.
He was calm though because he knew that no rat can totally run away from his eyes.
”BANG!” a sorry figure of a man bounced back as if it hit something so hard against its passage.
A few inches more and this pitiful soul could have almost exceeded 30 feet away by doing one of the assassin's signature high jump which could have take him outside the influence of Clark.
But alas, it was all for naught because an invisible force has flattened him back unto the very earths that he wanted to escape from.
”HAK!” the assassin spit dust and coughed blood in the ounces. He felt that he may have suffered an internal bleeding just from that one attack alone.
In fact, he was sure of it with every hard breath he took.
”HAK!”
”HAK!” he exhaled his lungs out and there was more even more blood in result to his efforts. Although he appeared not worse for wear when he arrived but it was an entirely different matter in the inside.
He was badly injured! The man looked at the place he once crouched upon and witnessed for the first time the target that he was tasked to finish.
'What in the hairy balls of Suyan is this?!' The assassin cursed using the famous name of the God of Beggars.
He had seen a colored sketch of Lu Chen and the details matched perfectly except for the fact that the current person who stood opposite him now has turned much younger than what was portrayed in the painting he had on his pockets.
'I hate it when the information is faulty to begin with. It makes the job a little more difficult than necessary.'
The assassin grumbled wordlessly and took his time to recover well in the grace period that he was freely given.
And it did not take him long to conclude a glaring truth that he definitely did not expect since taking this job.
”It's seems that this may very well be my last dance with death.” The assassin whispered after his loud coughing stabilized. He gazed intently at the foe that cornered him still even to this very moment.
The assassin could not feel any surge of spiritual essence from the young man, a boy really, and that only meant one of two things.
Either the boy was an ordinary mortal that has not began to practice any cultivation methods yet or this boy was way way out of his league.
The latter opinion was perhaps the most probable reason behind this enigmatic boy's appearance.
'No. Not a boy... but a monster!' The assassin nodded in conclusion. He stood and smiled excitedly at his opponent. He was a person who had killed thousands of people already.
He did not care if his victims were innocents or not because for as long as he can sate the bloodlust in him, that fact alone was enough.
If he would die here then it would be a long overdue visit for justice to finally make him pay for his sins.
”But it's not over yet. I can still live through this!' the assassin encouraged himself one last time.
Since he could not escape the quick eyes of his supposed prey and at the same time, it would also be suicide to take a frontal engagement against the Lu Chen of today then it was a smart option to create some clever opportunities instead.
”WHOOSH!”
”WHOOSH!”
”WHOOSH!” Three daggers made their way towards their targets and a second later, the number of corresponding lantern lights exploded on the scene.
The assassin would no doubt wished that he had brought more daggers along this unhealthy expedition tonight but it was no use because reality was ever unforgiving to the unprepared.
Only one corner in the courtyard was diffused of its light but this was more than enough for the brave assassin to try once more.
He sprinted towards the safety of this inky darkness for the second time tonight.
”You are stubborn, i give you that. But that still wouldn't be enough for you to escape with your life intact.” Clark shook his head in disappointment.
He would have liked to fight happily against this deadly assassin in one engagement or two so that he could take stock of his strengths but his expectations has failed him, yet again.
'Nah, in the end, it doesn't even matter. I could always play later I suppose.' Clark smiled and made a grasping motion with his left hand.
”BOOM!” a body who attempted to jump over the courtyards was repelled mercilessly from the sky. The explosion was huge and deafening.
”CREAK!” even multiple hard bones could be heard breaking from this impact alone.