Chapter 105: Assassination (Fourth Update)
2015-03-13
Author: Zhu Sheng Fu Tu
“Want to run?!”
A cold light flickered in the Legendary Assassin’s eyes as his figure leapt back into the shadows. However, he did not enter stealth mode but instead melded directly into the shadows, then vanished from his original spot the next moment, reappearing about thirty meters ahead. This peculiar assassin appeared as a silhouette in the shadows but did not linger, disappearing once again in an instant, and appearing very close to Soren’s shadows.
——“Shadow Leap!”
This was a special ability that the Legendary Wanderer might possess, similar to the effect of Shadow Travel but without the need for stealth mode. As long as they were in the shadows, the Legendary Wanderer could perform interdimensional jumps, similar to a Wizard’s teleportation spell. This special ability belongs to the concept of Supernatural Ability, having a certain jumping range, but with no limit on the number of uses. Generally, a Legendary Wanderer can perform shadow leaps of up to 100 meters in distance each day.
This space-jumping supernatural ability, similar to a short-distance teleportation spell, can be divided into 10-meter increments, allowing for a total of ten uses.
And it doesn’t require entering stealth mode; one only needs to be in the shadows!
………………
Until now!
Soren’s pirates finally reacted. However, in this Legendary Rank battle, they were of no use at all. By the time they prepared to rush over to assist Soren, the two had already used their supernatural powers to dash over a hundred meters away. Soren’s back wound was already severe, and the intense movement accelerated his bl**d loss. Even with his powerful regeneration ability, he could not regenerate anything as critical as his heart. At that moment, bl**d gushed from his back, nearly soaking everything below his back in red.
The enemy’s distance was slowly closing in!
Perhaps because d*ath was approaching, Soren’s perception ability was pushed to its limits. He could feel the enemy was just over ten meters behind him, slowly catching up. It seemed that the enemy held a Legendary Item, as it granted them instant spells resembling ‘Slippery Feet’ and ‘Haste.’ Under these circumstances, Soren’s chances of escape were slim, so he made a decision in an instant, charging towards a more populated area in the distance.
Thud, thud!
As Soren’s figure passed by, the crowd erupted into chaos, followed by a flurry of overturned people. A carriage on the central road suddenly acted as if it had gone mad, with the prancing horses screaming and racing straight ahead. There was a cut on the horse’s hindquarters, which Soren had inflicted in passing, and then the whole street turned into disarray. The galloping horses knocked several people aside, and when they landed, it was uncertain whether they were alive or dead, but the panicked crowd achieved the effect Soren needed.
All around, the runaway carriage and the fleeing crowd momentarily blocked Soren’s figure, slowing down the enemy’s pursuit!
“Do you think you can escape this way?”
A bizarre figure weaved through the crowd, avoiding most obstacles. Occasionally, a pedestrian would block his path, and then a glimmer of cold light would appear in his palm, shortly followed by a corpse left behind. Soren’s injuries were too severe, leaving a trail of bl**d where he walked, which the enemies could use to track him. Even though a bit of distance had been created temporarily.
Bang!
Soren’s figure dashed into a narrow alley, but it was merely a breath’s time before another strange figure appeared, likewise charging into the alley. He wore an expression of mockery, as if enjoying Soren’s desperate struggle at that moment, convinced Soren could not escape his grasp. However, just as he followed into the alley, what he saw was not Soren’s pitiful fleeing back but a pair of eyes filled with determination and killing intent, as if ready for a deadly counterattack!
Swish!
Just when the enemy behind followed Soren into the alley, a weak glimmer of cold light suddenly appeared, and the enemy’s figure froze for a moment.
——“Blowdart +3!”
A steel needle, nearly impossible to catch with the n*ked eye, shot out, and before the Legendary Assassin could react, Soren, who had executed a turnabout, struck him with it.
Life and d*ath hung in the balance at that moment!
The Legendary Assassin only felt a slight sting in his body, then lost all sensation. Even knowing he had fallen into an ambush, he paid no heed and continued to prepare to eliminate Soren before him. Because in his mind, a steel needle wouldn’t cost him his life. But just after taking a few steps, his body began to feel wrong. His speed had noticeably slowed, and his movements became stiff; he nearly stumbled and fell.
“d*mn it!”
A hint of despair and fear appeared on the Legendary Assassin’s face as he realized his body was becoming increasingly rigid. “What the hell is this!? How can it be so powerful?!”
He was hit!
Soren turned around in an instant, and a cold light glimmered in his palm, slashing directly at the enemy before him.
As a former Legendary Thief, Soren was well aware of the Wanderer’s weaknesses. Although Wanderers had various elusive methods and numerous special techniques, one unchangeable fact remained: they did not possess as many terrifying spells as Wizards nor the strong resistance of Warriors. Even now, Soren had accumulated 22 points in constitution, but it was still difficult for him to match the fortitude of a similarly ranked Warrior.
Thus, if he found it hard to pass the Toughness saving throw against ‘Blowdart +3,’ the enemy before him also had less than a fifty percent chance to succeed at the saving throw.
Fifty-fifty!
Life and d*ath depended on the enemy’s toughness.
How many would-be Legends and Legendary Professionists stumbled while exploring the Overseas Islands, having met their end due to these blowdarts? From the start, Soren planned to counterattack by taking a gamble on whether he could use the blowdart to topple the enemy before him.
Thud!
The Legendary Assassin before Soren suddenly became stiff, nearly collapsing to the ground. Such an opportunity was absolutely not something Soren could miss, so when the enemy lost their sense of balance, the curved blade in his hand radiated a cold light.
——“Sword Intent [Decapitation]!”
A spray of bl**d erupted, and a somewhat unblinking head fell to the ground.
Soren’s figure panted for a moment, then slightly swayed, seemingly losing his own balance as well.
………………(To be continued ~^~)
