Blue Sword

The white-clad assassin of Elania!

Ask immediately stopped his gaze and looked elsewhere.

However, the assassin quickly turned around and locked his eyes on Asik.

Found out... Asik thought helplessly.

The Ilanian Assassin has an "intuition" sequence in its bloodline. At low levels, it can detect upcoming dangers, and at high levels, it can even detect other people's eyes.

This white-clothed assassin seemed to possess an intuitive high-sequence ability (or a corresponding extraordinary item), so that Asik was noticed by the other party with just a glance.

"Sheila, take Nora back first." Ask said gently.

"Huh?" Silla was a little confused, but Asik quickly winked at her.

So she immediately pulled Nora away obediently.

Ask looked at the white-clothed assassin who was walking through the crowd. He pressed his sword with one hand and held the pistol at his waist with the other hand.

This will probably be his most difficult battle since time travel.

The upper limit of the magic tide level is 5. If a high-level extraordinary person activates extraordinary abilities above Lv. 5, he will fall out of control due to spiritual damage.

However, bloodlines that focus on physics can circumvent this upper limit, such as "Weapon Master" and "Assassin Assassin".

The magic medicine in their blood does not endow the extraordinary person with various incredible abilities, but directly increases the physical fitness and combat experience of the extraordinary person himself.

In other words, these are passive buffs, not active abilities.

Passive BUFF naturally does not consume mana, so it does not need to consume spirituality. There is no need to worry about the upper limit of mana tide, and it can be used in a real way.

Most of the current white-clothed assassins in Ilania are high-level transcendent beings left over from the demonic wave of the previous era. Since the person in front of me has been sent to Olin City to perform a mission, his level will not be too high. It is estimated to be around Lv.8-Lv.10.

(Higher-level white-clad assassins basically perform tasks in large cities in Western countries.)

However, even if the difference is only 4-5 levels, wouldn't it be suppressed by the opponent in terms of explosive power, reaction speed, and all attributes?

It would be best not to fight... Asike turned around and left in the opposite direction to Sheila and the others.

Arriving in a deserted alley, Asik turned around and saw the assassin in white standing at the entrance of the alley, his face covered by a hood.

"I'm just a passerby." Ask said sincerely, "I don't intend to interfere with anything."

The assassin opened his hands, took out two daggers from his sleeves, and held them.

"Why bother?" Asik sighed.

There was a loud noise, and the entire brick wall collapsed. Asik's figure was knocked out and fell to the ground and rolled several times.

The assassin looked at his dagger with an expressionless expression.

Just now, in the lightning flash, he had already slashed three times with his dagger, all of which were blocked by the opponent.

Even the last whip kick was not so much a successful hit as the opponent deliberately allowed himself to be hit in order to create displacement and distance.

Ask stood up and said, "You can't kill me anyway, so why not just let it go? Don't you still have your mission goals?"

"In order to chase me, I exposed my own existence. Is it worth it?"

The assassin responded with a sleeve crossbow, but Asik slashed him open with his sword.

Ask turned and ran away.

The assassin quickly followed behind him.

The two chased each other closely in the alley. Asik had no intention of rushing into the noisy area, and neither did the assassin in white.

Because once discovered by the crowd, the assassin in white will immediately give up the chase and hide himself.

Then Cang Qing Sword has to beware of endless assassinations from this person, such as a hidden arrow, a poisonous snake, or a bomb installed under the bed.

Therefore, both of them chose to flee to a remote place.

Arriving at the mezzanine stairwell between the 60th and 61st floors, there is a remote maintenance warehouse, and the door is half open at this time.

Asker ducked in and saw a twelve or thirteen year old boy looking at him in horror and throwing away the drill in his hand.

"You!" he cried.

"Don't scream!" Aske rushed in and pulled him behind the shelf.

A few seconds later, the assassin in white kicked open the door and scanned the room coldly.

His instinct told him that that person was in this room.

The two people hiding behind the shelves silently held their breath.

The assassin in white looked towards the wall, where a piece of powered armor was placed.

There are obvious traces of modification on it. At least in the Eastern Solomon Empire, it is illegal for civilians to modify power armor privately.

The assassin in white wiped the spray paint on it with his little finger, put it next to his nose and smelled it.

There are traces of moisture, and the user should not have walked far.

That is, there are two people in the room.

The dagger popped out of his sleeve, and the assassin in white swiped the armor carelessly.

Unsightly scratches on painted surfaces.

The young man immediately showed intense emotions and wanted to rush out and die with the assassin in white. Ask held him tightly.

Although he was held back, he still made a little noise. The assassin in white turned around and looked in the direction of the shelf where Aske and the boy were hiding.

Then he saw a gun muzzle suddenly emerge from the middle of the shelves.

The white-clothed assassin instantly dodged sideways, and the gun rang out.

The assassin in white was not shot.

But he shot the single-phase nuclear fusion battery placed on the windowsill.

From the perspective of the assassin in white, the placement of the micro-nuclear fusion battery was just blocked by the power armor, so he did not notice that there was a deadly explosive here.

Huge explosions struck in all directions, and in an instant the entire warehouse was covered in black smoke, carrying a strong pungent smell.

Behind the collapsed shelves, the boy who was pulled away slumped on the ground in despair. He knew that his power armor must have exploded.

A figure rushed out of the black smoke, stabbing Asik sharply with the dagger in his hand.

Asker grabbed his dagger with his left hand and fired three shots with the gun in his right hand.

The assassin in white was shot three times but still survived, and he fought with Asker again.

The two of them clashed with each other several times in a flash of lightning, with a strong momentum that they would not give up until the other was put to death. For a moment, the black smoke in the entire warehouse was filled with the crisp sound of striking iron.

Asker's long sword was sharpened, past the white-clothed assassin's block, and plunged straight into his chest.

At the same time, the assassin in white also stabbed his abdomen with his dagger.

Then the two of them let go at the same time, and the assassin in white shook a few times and fell limply to the ground.

Only then did Asker notice that his entire back had been blown apart by the explosion of the nuclear fusion battery.

The blood gathered under him and formed a lake. At this rate of blood loss, he should have been dead long ago.

This assassin in white is really strong, even more Spartan than a Spartan. If he hadn't taken advantage of the blind spots in his environment and line of sight, he probably wouldn't have been able to kill him so quickly.

Aske staggered over and started touching the body.

Sleeve crossbows, poisons, smoke bombs... I fumbled around in a pile and stuffed them all into my bag without even looking at them.

Finally, he took out a small bag, which contained chewed hemostatic herbs and a trace amount of anesthetic mixed in it.

Pulling out the dagger from his abdomen, Asik lifted up the broken chainmail and cloth armor, and pressed the herbs onto the wound.

The pain stopped, and he slowly sat down against the wall, feeling drowsy.

However, a young voice woke him up.

Ask opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the young man's expression that was half painful and half angry.

"You pay for my power armor!" he roared through gritted teeth.