The Return Of The God Level Assassin

WILD ROCK’S attack was a huge sword slash. The rink that had returned to normal after the fight between Supreme King and Lovelee immediately sustained a new damage. That slash was so powerful that a deep dent appeared on the part of the rink where the slash travelled.

But despite the power that that sword slash showed, Razor just continued to stand there. The audience thought that it’s either he didn’t think much of the opponent’s attack or he was frozen scared by it.

The force of the attack was so strong that it produced rubbles from the rink. These rubbles made some kind of smoke screen. That’s why no one knew if the attack hit Razor or not.

But before the audience found the answer to that, a black stream flashed through the rubble of smoke. Most people wouldn’t have seen that. But for Wild Rock, who was on the rink and close the smoke, he could clearly see this ’black stream’. It was moving too fast that he could even hear the ’swish’ sound it was making.

He held the hilt of his sword tighter, readying for any attack that might come his way. His sword was a big broadsword. It looked very heavy. But he had it made in a way that he could neglect the weight and move it in ways that he wanted. So, when he felt something coming his way, he easily raised it to defend himself.

And his instinct was right.

The moment he raised his sword, he felt a heavy collision. He looked at the person who appeared in front of him like a whirlwind. The other was wearing a black hooded trench coat. Even with such huge movement, the hood stayed on the other’s head. With a mask covering the lower half of his face, the only thing that could be seen was his electric indigo eyes.

And right now, those eyes looked heavy-lidded. As if he would fall asleep at any second.

This irritated Wild Rock. Because it seemed like the other didn’t take him seriously. What’s more even insulting was that Razor was almost pushing him back just with a single long dagger. The blade of the dagger was straight and thin, almost like a needle. This type was mostly called a stiletto dagger. A favorite weapon of those assassins during medieval times.

With just this weapon, one could immediately tell that Razor was an Assassin. Most likely someone who specialized in speed. As shown by how fast the other moved earlier.

With someone of this type, they would definitely try to finish the match as fast as possible. How could Wild Rock let that happen? He didn’t want to just stand and be on the resisting end. If he didn’t fight as hard as he could, he might just find himself the loser in a blink of an eye.

He maneuvered his sword and flicked the dagger to the side. This sudden move caused Razor to temporary lose balance. He didn’t waste that opportunity and used another one of his skills. It’s a move that would increase his speed the more he thrusted his sword towards the opponent. Which meant the more he attacked, the faster his speed would be.

But this skill would only last for 30 seconds. So, he should make the best out of those.

Wild Rock thrusted his sword towards Razor. Not surprisingly, the other easily dodged it. Of course, he wouldn’t just stop there. Since using this skill, he had no choice but to continuously attack for the next 20 seconds.

His next thrust was also easily dodged. That continued on for the next 10 seconds. As his attack became faster and faster, dodging wasn’t enough. Razor was also forced to parry and defend himself using his dagger.

At the last few seconds, Wild Rock managed to get past the other’s defenses and landed a hit on the side of his neck. If Razor didn’t manage to dodge on time, Wild Rock’s sword couldn’t have already pierced his throat and thus ending this match.

But Wild Rock had already expected that his opponent wouldn’t be defeated with just that. So, even before he made that move, he had already prepared his next one. The only reason he did it in the first place was so he could get what he needed – the opponent’s blood.

The blood on the tip of the sword was slowly being absorbed. As it was doing that, he continued to attack Razor in which the other dodge or parried. Once his sword completely absorbed the blood, its blade turned red.

His skill [Blood Sword] was then activated. It’s a skill that would increase his overall stats by ten times. Not only that, his sword would literally ’hunt’ for the owner of the blood it just ingested. And by ’hunt’ it meant that every sword attack that he would make for the next minute would purposely target all of his opponent’s vital parts. In short, he would be going for the kill.

This skill would last for a minute. That meant that he would only have that short amount of time to finish this match. And, of course, win.

He slashed down his sword. His body being influenced by his sword and directly attacking the other’s neck. Because of his increase in speed and their close proximity to each other, dodging it was almost impossible.

Razor also knew that. So, instead, he blocked it using his dagger. But because of Wild Rock’s increase in strength, the weight of this attack also became heavier. To the point that Razor’s feet started to sink on the rink made of stone.

The other must have realized that continuing like that would only be disadvantageous for him. So, at lightning speed, he quickly bent down and then jumped to the side. Away from his opponent. But he only managed to do so with repercussion. A deep wound appeared on his shoulder which was obviously the result of the move he just did.

Razor jumped a few more distance away. He glanced at the wound on his shoulder. Then, he looked at Wild Rock. There was no longer any sign of drowsiness in those indigo eyes. Instead, they looked as if they’re burning.

"Well, that certainly woke me up."