Chapter 1140: Chapter 350 Painter, Oil Painting, Black Blade Organization Chapter 1140: Chapter 350 Painter, Oil Painting, Black Blade Organization Leonard Churchill stared as the hotel room morphed into a world twisted like an oil painting and imdiately entered combat mode.
He knew well that the enemy’s first wave of attack would undoubtedly aim for a one-hit kill.
No room for the slightest negligence.
A Clown Illusion appeared behind him, his body enveloped in Gang Air like flas, his skin also glowing with the bronze hue of Tyrant Body.
Sure enough.
In that instant, Leonard caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, the distorted air beside him rippled, and a dagger at a tricky angle was already pressed against his neck.
His fighting instincts urged him to dodge, but just as he tried to move, he found his body hindered.
Glancing down, he saw a Rune Lock Chain bizarrely wrapped around him.
Leonard realized in a flash, “Eh… no trace of a Spell being cast? Is this the Space Law of a Relic…”
It wasn’t just the chain imprisoning him, but also Gang Air shields encircled and doubly constrained his body.
This was the Black Knight’s High-Tier control Martial Skill—[Multiple Shield Imprisonnt].
This seamless combo of killing moves was clearly the handiwork of a professional assassin.
Without giving Leonard any chance to resist, the cold, poisoned dagger already sliced open his neck.
Without any hesitation, he was decapitated on the spot.
The assassination should have ended at that point.
….
However.
Before the assassins could revel in their success, Leonard’s beheaded body suddenly burst into a mass of Dark Elents.
The shadow on the ground also ca to life.
Leonard erupted like lightning, his punch rippled with Gravitational Force, and struck precisely where the dagger had been.
A “crack” resounded through the air.
Unable to see the enemy, Leonard’s punch shattered the space around him, leaving web-like cracks.
The assassin, caught off guard.
That punch landed and was t with a muffled groan.
A semi-transparent figure montarily appeared in the Void before vanishing once again.
Clearly having taken a heavy hit but still managing to re-enter Stealth despite the injury.
Seeing this, Leonard also quickly retreated, gaining so distance.
His eyes slightly narrowed, he surveyed the empty, twisted room around him, his lips curved into a faint smile as he murmured, “Tsk, very strong…”
Being forced to use “Shadow Substitute” to save his life from just one encounter spoke to the assassin’s skill level.
It did not disappoint.
It was precisely this kind of skin-crawling, lethal danger that made Leonard relish the fight.
As he lowered his fist, he coincidentally caught the little girl who was still sound asleep and stuffed her casually into his pocket.
…
Clearly, the assassin gang had not anticipated their onslaught would fail to kill the target.
The lead assassin had been heavily injured by the punch, and the rhythm of the assassination montarily stuttered for a few seconds.
An eerie silence perated the air, heavy with the hidden intent to kill.
Leonard took advantage of this mont to scan the area with his gaze, but no matter his vision, hearing, or perception of “Air,” he could not detect any signs of the assassins.
He quickly understood, thinking to himself, “Using the Relic’s Space Law to cover their tracks, huh…”
The situation was more perilous than the last two tis he’d been trapped.
That ant the person using [Monet’s Sunrise], a Disaster-item, matched the abilities of the Relic even better.
The assassins were so in-tune and professional, they were clearly products of an organization specialized in assassination.
After just one exchange, Leonard imdiately abandoned any hope that his opponent might reveal a vulnerability by accident.
If there were any, they were surely intentional bait.
He focused his concentration, extending his “Fighting Intent” perception to the extre.
The senses could be distorted, but the “Intention” layer of the sixth sense was not. From that faint perception, Leonard detected at least four enemies in the space.
From the initial tactics, there was a Fifth-Tier assassin, a Fifth-Tier Black Knight, a Spellcaster Card Master, and possibly a… [Painter].
Utilizing a Disaster-item level Relic required strict adherence to the Professional Sequence.
Leonard had encountered this twice before, so he figured that to achieve such power with [Monet’s Sunrise], the Relic’s user was likely to be from the specific [Painter] Sequence it pointed to.
Thinking this, he muttered to himself, “Trouble…”
It wasn’t that he found the four assassins troubleso, but the spatial constraints were the big issue.
A Disaster-item wielded by a highly compatible card master could unleash unpredictable power.
If he couldn’t escape, the threat would persist indefinitely.
Reality left him no ti for further thought as, in an instant, a distorted red sun rose slowly into the sky; the intense heat twisted the very air.
In a flash, that red sun, like a charging gun muzzle, began to sporadically spurt a shower of fire.
Leonard had nearly been killed by that move before and wasn’t surprised. Hellfire surged around him, countering the scorching sensation a little.
Although the Disaster-item was of high tier, the power it could unleash was directly related to its user’s tier. Leonard estimated that the [Painter] controlling the Relic was of the Sixth Tier. That person’s Law Understanding was above his own but far from a one-hit kill level.
At least in the short term, there was no fatal threat.
Just as Hellfire flared up and Leonard had thought the fireballs were no significant threat, a bizarre scene unfolded.
He watched as the flas around him extinguished without warning!
Not just the flas, but also the protective Gang Air, rapidly deteriorated, as if an opposing Transcendent Power were devouring both the Gang Air and the flas.
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