Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Among the crowd, the two remaining assassins were already standing on the spot. This assassination should have been a sure thing. The monks of Ionia are a bunch of weaklings, and they would never be able to do it.

Survived crossbows and flying knives.

This is their original idea, but things will go contrary to people's expectations. Backfire is almost the only truth in the world.

They didn't dare to leave in large strides for fear of being discovered again. They didn't even see what the monk from Ionia had just done. They only heard a thunderous explosion, and then the man responsible for the hidden arrow wound

His companion fell to the ground with his head shattered.

But what to do next?

The assassins had no answers, but the targets they assassinated knew exactly what they were about to do.

With a calm face, Racha separated the crowd with his hands, so fast that Felicia didn't even have the chance to catch him. People looked at this foreigner with strange eyes, but he didn't even look at them, his eyes were like lightning.

The collision in an instant caused an assassin's face to twitch violently.

"Got you."

The monk who was calm and aloof walked forward. This time, he did not raise his hand to separate the crowd. Instead, people spontaneously avoided him, like a sharp sword cutting through the ocean. He raised his hand high again

Right hand.

The assassin couldn't bear it any longer. He rushed out of the crowd with red eyes, and the poisonous dagger in his sleeve went straight towards Racha's chest. He didn't believe that this man's body could withstand the power of steel!

"clang--!"

The sound of gold and iron was heard, and the assassin let go of his hand dully. His right index finger and middle finger were crooked, and blood poured out from the fracture. This pain was nothing to him, it really made him stunned.

Yes, it was the stainless steel dagger that shattered inch by inch after hitting the monk's chest.

He raised his head again and looked at the monk. His black robe was torn, but the skin underneath was not damaged at all.

"Do you have any other means? Let's use them together." Racha looked at him patiently and asked in a rather gentle tone.

The assassin was silent for two seconds, then yelled unbearably: "I don't believe it!"

The next second, two magical artifacts that could make loud noises and flashes fell out of his left cuff. They were quickly thrown to the ground by the assassin with superb techniques - he had already figured out that he had to run if he wanted to.

He is not a helpless monk at all, but a monster in human skin!

However, a strong big hand grabbed the two black round creations before they touched the ground.

Racha straightened up and spread his right hand. They reflected the sunlight on his broad palm, refracting a brilliance that made the assassin's heart stop.

"Is there any more?" Racha asked again, his tone still calm. "If there is no more...it's my turn. It's rude to not reciprocate."

He closed his fingers and clenched the two magical artifacts. The assassin still stood there as if he was dazed. Racha raised his right hand again, but this time, it was not slapped on the ground.

He turned around suddenly, and a blazing flame seemed to appear on his right fist, and the air became hot. The crowd watching could only see a red shadow flashing past, and then, another assassin in tight-fitting clothes burst into flames.

He fell to the ground with his mouth open, stirring up a pool of smoke and dust.

Broken teeth fell to the ground with blood. His jaw was opened at an exaggerated angle. The two magic artifacts were in his mouth, stained with blood. Racha turned back calmly and looked at the assassin again.

.

"Any more?"

He asked. At the same time, he raised his right hand that was still dripping with blood. In the eyes of the remaining assassin, that hand seemed to block the sunlight, making the surrounding area instantly dark.

He couldn't hear any other sounds, the noise of the crowd, the snoring of the horses, the noisy birds in the harbor...all disappeared. Only his own fearful heartbeat kept ringing.

There are the words of the monk.

Any more?

He let out a scream.

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The interrogation process went so smoothly that Felicia could hardly believe it. These assassins who were affiliated with the remnants of the aristocracy were supposed to be tight-lipped. But the man tied to the chair told everything without any torture at all.

This made several of Horez's local army interrogators quite unhappy, but Noxus would not torture a person who had already confessed everything, so there was no room for them to display their skills.

Felicia walked out of the interrogation room and closed the heavy iron door. She still didn't understand how the monk named Racha did it. The female officer shook her head to let these complicated thoughts leave her mind.

She won't think about things that are not related to the task.

She stepped out of the dungeon and stood guard at the door with other soldiers in her team. As for Racha, he squatted on the grass beside the door, watching with interest a group of ants carrying bread crumbs.

"...Master Racha." Felicia had never felt that the word "master" was so smooth. "He has explained everything, do you want to hear it?"

"That's not necessary." Racha was still observing the group of ants with a smile on his lips. "I'm not interested in these things... Well, actually, I'm a little bit."

The monk stood up. He was a head taller than the female officer. Although he was looking at her condescendingly, the expression on his face was not aggressive at all, but looked incredibly innocent to Felicia.

"I don't understand, Ms. Felicia." Racha asked puzzledly. "I have no relationship with them, and I have never even met them before today. Why did they come to kill me?"

"Because they don't want you to reach the Immortal Fortress."

"ah?"

"To be more precise, it should be that the people behind them don't want you to go to the Immortal Fortress... Some local nobles in Horez are quite well-informed and actually know when we are expected to arrive at the port."

Felicia sighed meaningfully and changed the topic. The monk obviously didn't understand what she was talking about, and his face was blank. She felt helpless like playing the piano to a cow, and the cow still took the initiative to ask for it.

I played the piano to him myself.

"Master Racha, we will take a short rest. It is now one o'clock in the afternoon, and we will rush to the Immortal Fortress at seven o'clock in the evening. If you want to visit Horez, you might as well start now."

"Forget it, I don't think there's much to visit here..." At this time, Racha showed the reaction that an ordinary person should have, and he touched his right fist as if with lingering fear.

"My hands are still hurting."