Chapter 350 Chapter 81.5 - Close
The moment Ethan used his last strike, his vision turned blurry. Breathing was hard; his body was in tatters. He was on the verge of losing consciousness. However, his body forced him to stay awake.
It was because of the intent that was being released from the newly appearing figure, as well as the explosion that had just happened. After all, such an explosion would force everyone to wake up.
Clad in pitch darkness, the figure emanated such a strong killing intent and hatred that Ethan couldn't help but feel scared.
'Who is this?'
Ethan asked himself. Where did this person come from? Was there always there? He hadn't noticed at all.
However, what was more impressive was the fact that the flying chakrams around the space. The newly arrived dark figure dealt with the assassin, who was injured thanks to his attack.
The figure's moves were clean and practiced. The way they utilized the chakrams and the mana surrounding them showed their expertise.
However, it was evident that Master Assassin was still able to deal with the assailant to a certain degree.
After a bunch of blow exchanges, the fight between the two finally met their end.
THUD!
The head, belonging to the master assassin, fell to the ground. However, the dark-clad assailant also suffered some losses from the clash as now there was a hole in their chest.
Blood was dripping from the injury as the flesh corresponding to the surface was being devoured and deteriorated by the position disgustingly.
"Burghk-!"
The dark-clad assailant coughed blood, their body injured and shaking.
At that exact second, the disciple who had been locked in combat with Emily realized the fate that awaited him if he didn't act swiftly.
CLANK!
With lightning-fast reflexes, he deflected Emily's sword attack, his movements fluid and precise.
But instead of pressing his advantage against Emily, the disciple's attention was drawn to his fallen master.
With a solemn expression, he checked the body and realized that his master was no longer her. Then, his gaze fixed on the severed hand that still clutched something tightly.
'FUCK!'
Realizing that he was no longer in a position to complete the mission safely, his mind started working.
SWOOSH!
With a quick slash, he threw a crescent blood wave to Emily, who was breathing heavily from the constant fighting.
Even though her mana had undergone a change, she didn't have the necessary time to accommodate the feeling; thus, she was unable to use her potential to the max.
And the Assassin that she was facing was not an easy opponent as well. His speed and his abilities were quite troublesome to deal with, thanks to his blood magic.
CLANK!
However, she forced herself to stand up just to give Ethan the free time. Though the appearance of the dark-clad assailant caught her off guard, she knew her job hadn't changed.
CLANK! CLANK!
She deflected the rapidly approaching crescent blood waves while also constantly reminding herself to check her body so that no ailments were spread inside. She was once struck by the ailment, and that almost cost her life.
On the other side, utilizing his blood manipulation abilities, the disciple reached out with his own blood, manipulating the severed hand that once belonged to his master.
From the blood and flesh that corresponded to the severed surface, a bunch of threads began to form, weaving together to create a makeshift connection.
–SWOOSH!
With careful precision, the disciple manipulated the threads, guiding the severed hand to himself. And as the hand drew near, he reached out and plucked the ring from his master's finger, his actions swift and deliberate.
With the ring in hand, the disciple's expression hardened as he looked at the people responsible for the death of his master.
With that, while gritting his teeth, he channeled his mana into the ring and followed.
Emily realized what was happening, and in an instant, she attempted to leap and shorten the distance.
My voice is now hoarse. It was something that could be expected from my body. After all, there is a complete hole on the right side of the belly. My liver is possibly fractured, as well as the ribs that were covering it.
'I really didn't think they would already have those capsules.'
There was a slight miscalculation on my side. The fact that the assassin held the [Destruction] capsule in his mouth was something that I momentarily overlooked.
'Or maybe his Dream Ailment caused it.'
That was possibly the case. There was a chance that I could still be affected by the mind-type attacks, although I am pretty confident in my mental strength.
External influences are not always something that one can deal with just by having a high mental strength.
"Cough-!"
Blood continued to threaten my mouth to spill out, but I was not going to let it do so. My world was shaking, and the potion I had just taken didn't seem to have any effects.
Of course, with the poison that is constantly dripping inside my body, that would be the case. There is nothing I can do about that.
THUD! Leaning on the walls of the building that was in the process of being built, I could only try to get my energy. I came here after dealing with the assassin since the police and officers were already on the way.
This place was already covered by the mana of concealment, the artifact that I had taken from the assassins.
'It went as I planned, but the hunt was still hard.'
No matter how hard I tried, the speed of my improvement was still lacking. I already knew the answer, but just by training, I could not get strong fast enough.
The increased limit of talent is just as much, and it is not enough.
'But, no need to think about these right now.'
As my trembling hand gripped the dagger, I focused on channeling my remaining strength into steady precision.
With a slow, deliberate movement, I poured the narcotic liquid onto the affected area, feeling the numbing sensation begin to spread.
"Huff....huffff....huffff....."
Despite the agony raging through my body, I suppressed the urge to cry out, determined to endure.
"Haaaaaaah...Haaaaaah...."
With a sharp intake of breath, I positioned the dagger over the infected site, the blade glinting in the dim light.
The right side of my liver, weakened and battered, awaited my desperate attempt at salvation.
The moment I noticed that the assassin's attack contained poison, I forcefully created a barricade of my own mana to momentarily stop the spread. But that was only a temporary solution since that also meant my body wasn't getting supplied with energy. Even now, some of my muscles are protesting against me.
Steeling myself against the searing pain that awaited, I pressed the blade against my flesh and began to cut.
"Grrrrrr....."
The sensation was overwhelming, a wave of agony crashing over me as I sliced through the tissue tainted by poison.
Every nerve screamed in protest, but I clenched my jaw tightly, refusing to let even a whimper escape my lips.
Blood welled up from the wound, dark and viscous, but I pushed through, my vision swimming with tears, showing my body's protest to my own actions.
But there was nothing I could do. I needed to deal with this before returning to the academy, or I would already be dead by that time.
With a trembling hand, I grasped the torn tissue and pulled it free, my muscles trembling with exertion. Despite the blinding pain, I forced myself to maintain a steady grip, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I fought to stay conscious.
With the infected tissue removed, I wasted no time in administering the high-ranking potion directly to the raw, exposed wound—the liquid seared against my flesh, a fiery agony that threatened to consume me whole.
But I gritted my teeth and endured, pouring every ounce of my willpower into sealing the wound and purging the poison from my body.
As the potion took effect, I felt a surge of renewed strength coursing through my veins, the pain gradually subsiding to a dull ache.
"Haaaah....."
With a shaky exhale, I leaned back against the wall, my body trembling with exhaustion.
'I hunted an executive.'
