882 Hunting (2/2)

'But a great assassination can also bring about great impact.' On the border wall, this was his last idle thought. And then, he removed all thought from his mind, leaving only a ruthless killing intent. Concentrating was the right thing to do for practitioners of any profession.

The carriage kept driving forward. Twelve obedient guards thought that this night was coming to an end, and that they could spend the rest of it sleeping. When they discovered that they were wrong, it was already too late.

The carriage went through the city gate, but something dropped onto the ground from the rear of the carriage. After the carriage drove just a little further, something else dropped down.

”Bodies!” a guard yelled in shock. And then he and his companions whipped out their sabers and started chasing the carriage driver who was still unaware of what had happened.

An assassination that had taken place in southern Jade City had thus influenced northern Jade City.

Its influence was still simmering and couldn't spread quickly. The yells of the twelve guards were unable to catch too many people's attention, neither could they disturb the noisy southern Jade City.

He, who was on the border wall, was the only one who had seen the assassin, an admirable hunter.

The assassin had been hiding under the bridge all along and it seemed that he or she had been hiding there for quite a long time. The moment the carriage was above the assassin, the assassin had leaped upwards, through the carriage, and then returned to his original position under the bridge. From the beginning to the end, the horse's hoofs had only touched the ground eight times.

The assassin deliberately let the body drop to the ground at the city gate so as to attract those guards' attention. Then, he leaped upwards again from under the bridge and started climbing the border wall like a giant black gecko.

His position was not very good. It was over ten steps away from where the assassin had climbed up the wall, so he didn't get a chance to launch a sneak attack.

But it didn't matter. He had never been an professional killer. He would make a move as long as there was a chance, and if there wasn't, then he would regard it as a challenge.

His weapon was unsheathed. He thrust it forward like the tongue of a snake.

The assassin sensed danger and parried the attack with his own weapon.

Those guards had just stopped the carriage. None of them turned their heads around, so nobody saw the scene on the border wall. As such, nobody talked about this scene afterwards. Two venomous snakes stabbed at each other in the most simple, most primitive and quickest way. One stab. Two stab. The third stab finished the fight.

Both figures lay still on the top of the border wall.

The carriage driver was yelling in horror. Those guards finally collected themselves. A couple of them controlled the carriage driver, and a couple of others got onto their horses and went to report their superior. Several guards rushed to the city gate. They suspected that the assassination had happened on the bridge.

It was these guards that witnessed an eerie scene with their own eyes: a third body fell from the top of the wall like a brick, as if this was a sign that the whole border wall was going to collapse.

He did it. He disappeared. He had killed a hunter, which meant he had taken a huge step forward on his journey of climbing the cliff to devour the gods. He was now in an advanced position compared to the rest of the hunters.

Excitement was blazing in him like fire. He was not an profession killer, so he didn't care, and he even hoped that this fire could burn more fiercely. All those who had once abused, disdained, or bullied him would be burnt to ashes in this furious fire.

Yes, he wanted revenge, brutal revenge. But he wouldn't kill his foe with only one blow. He wanted to stand on his foes and watch them tremble and suffer all the sorrow he had once suffered.

Who will know whether I'm a man or a woman? Who will care whether I use a saber or a sword? The only thing that mortals need to know is that I am death, and that I'm the snake that will devour the gods.

Very soon, he would shed his humble skin and reveal his noble true self.

He got too excited, and he failed to notice the other venomous snakes.

It was an unexpected attack. Back then, he had been walking through a tortuous, deserted alley on the periphery of southern Jade City. This was an area where hucksters lived. They were a group of brave men, collecting scattered gold and silver in a land full of killings. They were also a group of silent people. After making enough money, they would always leave without judging this city.

Hunters wouldn't be able to find any prey worth killing in this area, but he was ambushed here.

He whipped out his weapon, but the movements of his hand were not as sharp as his vigilance.

He felt the sharpness of a fang, and he also realized that he was not the strongest hunter. It seemed as if the enemy's attack came out of thin air, as if nobody was holding the sword. It just abruptly appeared in his body.

Tightly holding onto his weapon, he gave up counterattacking at the last moment, and he didn't even try to find out where the enemy was. Hunched over, he fled with all his strength. His heart was filled with a feeling that he was about to be killed. But it differed greatly from his prior expectation; this feeling didn't bring him any excitement. It just brought the most common fear and self-pity, and he desperately wanted to find a quiet place to dress the wound.

His ambition to devour the gods and take revenge instantly and completely disappeared, and he didn't know how long it would take to regain those feelings.

There was no stalker behind him. It seemed that the one who had ambushed him was used to making only one move.

It was late at night. Those who were asleep and those who were partying didn't know the thoughts of the hunters. They also didn't know that the death of a heavyweight would exert such influence on their lives the next morning.