Su Lun had completely imrsed himself in the study of alchemy knowledge.
He blended into the refugee team and had returned to Old Lington without realizing it.
The total annihilation of Princess Theresa’s Scavenger team ant many would die, especially those in the intelligence umbrella organization, as the ducal house demanded accountability. A catastrophe of this magnitude without any intelligence in their hands was a death sentence.
Sabrina, the head intelligence officer of the outer city, was barely involved in this mission and was not deeply implicated.
But she needed to make preparations to extricate herself from the event, so she returned to the city first.
Su Lun did not need to worry about his maid, Sabrina, whose thods were much more formidable than her appearance suggested.
....
From a distance, seeing the towering walls of Old Lington, everyone sighed in relief.
The city lights were dazzling, illuminating the pitch-black underworld.
The light dispelled the darkness, and the lights also gave people a strong sense of security.
A wild ecstasy of survival surfaced on everyone’s faces.
"Ah... finally back alive,"
"Yes, really picked up my life there. That damned dungeon, even if it kills , I won’t go back..."
"Hahaha... we’ve earned enough from this Scavenger hunt, we don’t have to leave the city for the rest of our lives. Vice leader Jack, co on, let’s take our brothers to the pleasure houses on Norton Street in the south city, soak there for a month!"
"Leader is mighty!"
"..."
Outer city Scavengers were accustod to hunting, and not dying ant a huge profit.
Now that they had earned money, they excitedly hurried toward the city.
But with joy, there was sorrow.
The nobility and ladies from the inner city were filled with gloom.
They did not lack money and did not need to risk their lives Scavenging. Had it not been for the ducal house’s orders, they would never venture into the dangerous dungeons in their lifetis.
The area was very close to the city, with spacious roads.
On the street side, various luxury steam cars awaited, belonging to the reception teams of the great families from the inner city.
It was sowhat like the pickup scenes from Su Lun’s previous life.
Servants and butlers held up signs of their respective families, and even the well-dressed noblen and ladies were present in person. Each one of them looked forward eagerly, waiting for their teams to return.
Those who were reunited were overjoyed, those who were not, the despair on their faces deepened.
Many had gone to the underground to Scavenge, but less than twenty percent had returned.
"Has anyone seen people from our Firefox Syndicate?"
"Sir, have you seen the Turner family’s team?"
"Captain Bob, why are only a few of you back, where is the young lady? Damn, the young lady didn’t co back, what use is there for you being alive! Take him to the gallows!"
"..."
"Oh, Mr. Sandru, have you seen my young Orlando?"
"Sorry, Mada Leonard. I heard before the fog tide erupted that Young Master Orlando’s team was still in the ruins, probably didn’t make it in ti..."
"Doctor! Doctor! Mada Leonard has fainted!"
"..."
Bad news kept arriving, and the scene was filled with wailing.
...
Dressed as a Scavenger, Su Lun blended in with the crowd and walked towards the city of Old Lington undisturbed.
Sohow, today he constantly felt a strange sensation, as if soone was thinking about him in the unknown.
Su Lun had now read many alchemy and mystical books and understood a fair amount of arcane knowledge.
He knew this was not a good sign.
After practicing the Secret Technique of spiritual power, one’s mind becos increasingly firm. This ans those inexplicable sensations, hallucinations, and misperceptions beco less frequent.
And there would be a kind of "passive perception" ability, usually detecting so mystical Spells.
If it appeared, it ant sothing bad was truly happening.
Such as being divined or even Curse Magic!
This feeling occurred more frequently the closer he got to Old Lington.
Su Lun frowned and muttered, "Strange... Theresa’s team was wiped out by the Fallen Angel, and the divination shouldn’t fall on . The Oliver and Clark families were annihilated, and I have no enemies left. With Sabrina in the umbrella organization, even if sothing happened, she would have inford in advance... Who else in Old Lington could be thinking about ?"
He quickly listed all the potential targets that could be his enemies in his mind.
After ruling them out, suddenly he thought of sothing, "Could it be the troubles brought by my original identity?"
Su Lun certainly hadn’t forgotten that since his transmigration, he had been continuously wanted.
His original enemies not only banished him to this Black Tower but also sought to completely eradicate him.
On further thought, if it were divination, it would have been sensed by him, which also ant that the spiritual power of the other party wasn’t much higher than his.
Probably a fourth-tier professional? And if it really were a fourth-tier professional divining, it must be from the surface.
If the family of his original identity was really the dominant "Regardie family" fragnt of mories he shed, the problem seed indeed serious.
"Or... is it just an illusion?"
Su Lun couldn’t clearly identify whether the feeling was just his imagination, but he couldn’t let that stop him from entering the city.
After all, he was already in Old Lington City.
Even if sothing bad were to happen, he wasn’t alone now—the people from the "Mirror Organization" were all in the city.
Should a fourth- or fifth-tier enemy co, it wouldn’t be a threat but rather a delivery of resources.
Su Lun was not careless, constantly extending his awareness outwards, wary of others targeting him.
....
It was when Su Lun mingled in the crowd, approaching the walls of Old Lington City.
Suddenly, the Diviner nad Cade on the city walls noticed the crystal ball in his hand flashed once and displayed an image.
He hurriedly called to a pale-faced young man resting leisurely on a lounge chair nearby, "Young Master Evan, the target has appeared!"
Hearing this, Evan was startled and quickly got up, asking urgently, "Where?"
Cade pointed in a direction, saying rapidly, "At eleven o’clock direction, a man wearing brown leather armor and donning a bulging eye gas mask!"
Evan also saw the target, his eyes filled with excitent, having waited for this mont for days. He gave an order, "Chase him fast! Commander Miro, we must not let him escape again!"
"Yes, Young Master."
A resolute response.
At that mont, a ripple fluctuated in the air, as if sothing had vanished from beside him.
Almost simultaneously as they noticed, the Diviner Cade lightly exclaid, "Oh... such strong awareness! He must possess abilities related to hostile sensing. Arachnid Lance, it’s that ’SS wanted criminal Su Lun.’"
Having finally found the person, and the task arranged by his family nearly complete, Evan relaxed a bit.
He looked at the fleeing figure and chuckled, "Heh, it seems my cousin has been living quite well underground. To create such a commotion even after having his mory wiped."
Pausing a mont, he snorted disdainfully through his nostrils and added, "But what does it matter if he’s been spotted? Since Commander Miro has him in sight, there’s no way he can escape at this distance."
"Hmm."
Cade nodded in agreent.
A fifth-rank assassin in action chasing a second-rank, undoubtedly had no reason to fail.
Even if the target held in his hand that "Night Scythe of Xiupunos,"
his fate was sealed!
....
Although Su Lun was unaware that soone had been waiting for him for a long ti, the hostile gazes that had montarily fallen on him from atop the wall did not escape his awareness.
Being able to precisely spot him in a crowd, Su Lun knew without a doubt that trouble was brewing.
It seed that his earlier suspicions were about to be confird,
the people coming to trouble his forr self had arrived!
He too acted decisively, without any hesitation, he unshackled the Arachnid Lance armor and escaped into a tunnel outside the stream of people.
Although the enemy was two to three kiloters away, Su Lun knew he absolutely could not afford to take them lightly.
As he ran, he simultaneously sent out a distress ssage through his communication ring.
For, Su Lun had realized the enemy was very strong!
Even with strong stealth abilities and high-speed movent, so traces are bound to be revealed.
His "All-knowing Eye" was particularly sensitive to moving targets at high speeds, naturally capturing the ripples spreading through the air.
Clearly, a stealthy pursuer was on his trail!
"This speed, could it be… a fifth-rank assassin?"
Su Lun caught a glimpse of that exaggerated burst of speed, realizing he had no chance of escape.
He had no intention of running either.
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Without understanding why his forr self was being hunted, even if he went to the surface, troubles would still follow relentlessly.
Su Lun knew that Mr. Jing should be in the city, but it would still take so ti for him to arrive.
He needed to hold out on his own, not to be killed on sight.
Second-rank against fifth-rank, there was no chance of winning.
Su Lun wasn’t arrogant enough to think he could face off against such an expert directly; he ford sorcerer’s seals with both hands and uttered softly, "Flesh Alchemy: Hormone Rampage!"
As the spell activated, hormones secreted massively within his body, his muscles stimulated to bulge instantaneously with explosive power, and his speed surged.
anwhile, just as one spell finished, he clapped his hands together and his skin suddenly overflowed with a dark golden tallic luster, the gold elent thickening.
This state was clearly the condensation of his strongest defensive spell, "Vajra."
Having done all this, not only did this not ease Su Lun’s breath, but the chilling intent from behind also made his hair stand on end.
As if Death’s scythe was already touching his neck, half his life hanging by a thread…
Su Lun tread upon the air, with continuous "pop" "pop" sounds. But even so, compared to the professional assassin specialized in agility and strength, he was still vastly outmatched.
Before long, Su Lun darted into a deserted dungeon cavern.
The dungeon had a complex network of passages, twisting and turning. Normally, with the Arachnid Lance and Spatial Teleportation, he could almost ignore obstacles, not to ntion shaking off the enemy, at least he could catch his breath.
But Su Lun found the enemy was closing the distance increasingly fast.
Not only was the Arachnid Lance proficient in obstacle movent, so was the professional assassin.
Climbing walls, burrowing, diving into pits, swamp pits... nothing could impede the chasing speed of that fifth-rank assassin.
If it were a third-rank enemy, or even a non-speed specialized fourth-rank, Su Lun might already have escaped.
But facing this individual, he had no chance of escape.
"Canine talent? Scent tracking?"
Su Lun caught a glimpse of those deep blue eyes, the speed so fast yet still pursuing, and realized that the assassin must also possess a special tracking talent. No matter how he circled, the assassin followed the sa route, convincing him of the other’s scent-tracking ability.
However, realizing this made no difference.
The urgent chase left no room for Su Lun to devise any strategy.
The absolute disparity in ranks could not be compensated by clever tactics.
Seeing escape was futile, Su Lun chose a relatively open cave and suddenly stopped there.
He ford sorcerer’s seals with both hands, and the sky suddenly lit up with a Hexagram Array, a huge cross phantom quickly solidified. Dense silvery threads poured down, a scroll pulled, and nearly a hundred puppets were already guarding him.
....
The assassin watching Su Lun stop also halted a hundred ters away.
He squinted his eyes, carefully scrutinizing the surroundings.
The vigilance of an assassin was stronger than that of most other professions; his intuition told him he had to be cautious.
The previous divinations by Master Cade had yielded no results, aning this assassination wouldn’t be simple.
Besides, during the recent chase, he had noticed that this "Young Master Fick" displayed skills beyond what ordinary second-tier professionals possessed.
It wasn’t just strong...
It could even be described as strangely strong!
Even on the ground, he had killed countless professionals but had never seen such bizarre thods from a second-tier.
Was this really the puppet master who reportedly only acted tough using banned objects?
Who the hell expects a second-tier Puppet Master to outrun a third-tier professional assassin?
Can you believe he mastered close-combat teleportation technique, "Stepping on Air"?
And these peculiarly arranged hundred puppets ahead, if not a bluff, could make one believe they faced a high-ranking Puppet Master!
The most crucial was his unflappable deanor...
A second-tier against a fifth-tier, the sheer pressure of rank could make an ordinary professional tremble, yet this guy not only showed no fear, his eyes even held an unnervingly calm aura.
Milo suspected that this man in front of him hadn’t had his mory wiped at all!
His gaze scanned the myriad of threads above, and he checked for any invisible entities as he tested out loud, "Heh... Young Master Fick, not running away?"
At this distance, it didn’t matter whether he was eager to act or not.
Killing was but a thought away.
On hearing this address, Su Lun knew the man indeed targeted the original body. He kept his expression unchanged, feigning ignorance, "Who might you be, sir, and why are you after ?"
After all, he didn’t know how long Mr. Jing would take to arrive; a little verbal sparring would buy so ti.
But how astonishing was an assassin’s intuition?
Even through this brief exchange, Milo faintly sensed a notion: he was stalling for ti, waiting for reinforcents!
Recalling the divination’s results, a sense of unease stirred in his heart.
His eyes shifted, and he remarked unconcernedly, "I didn’t expect you to be this strong. Young Master Ewen has really underestimated you. If it wasn’t personally handling this task, others indeed wouldn’t be able to capture you.."
Assassins were professionals who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.
This man was also extrely cunning, never underestimating even a second-tier professional.
As the words left his mouth, his figure had already dissolved before the eye.
Dozens of ters in the blink of an eye, this speed was simply too fast to react to.
Even faster than the ’forensic doctor’ Servis Gerard in the Black Clown state!
...
Nevertheless, Su Lun’s eyes had caught signs of him moving, and the black-glimring dagger had already appeared before his eyes, making him inwardly scream: "A Flesh Alchemy burst device!"
Although he had witnessed fifth-tier professionals take action before, he had only ever watched as a spectator.
This ti, he first-handedly felt the crushing, tsunami-like pressure of a fifth-tier powerhouse.
The disparity of three whole rank tiers spawned in him a feeling of futility, as if any action was in vain.
At that mont, he vividly felt that sensation of impending death, his hairs standing on end.
It felt as if his soul itself had instantaneously awakened.
While his All-knowing Eye saw the enemy’s rushing pattern, his own body couldn’t keep up.
He wanted to dodge, wanted to use his puppets to block, but it was simply too late.
Milo appeared before Su Lun in what seed like a flashing instant, coldly raising his dagger.
With a "whoosh", the blade slashed through, easily severing the neck among the heavily guarded puppets of "Su Lun", and a head rolled off to the ground with a thud.
However, no blood was seen.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a wooden head.
Milo had already felt sothing was off when he cut.
His pupils narrowed slightly: "Puppet tricks? So he was prepared…"
Milo scoffed inwardly.
Though he had dodged this slash, the outco wouldn’t change!
Almost concurrently with the puppet getting slashed, a "weird doll" a few ters away suddenly stretched out its fingers into the void and yanked fiercely: "Puppetry Secret Technique: Cocoon!"
Su Lun hadn’t hoped that his attack would harm the opponent; his thought was to control him first.
With one pull, countless transparent threads suddenly solidified and visibly intercrossed, weaving into nets layer by layer, swiftly forming a "cocoon" that enveloped the assassin within!
Su Lun had anticipated the enemy’s sneak attack and used puppetry to escape, gaining a split second to act.
While forming the cocoon, an invisible revenant had already swung its black scythe, aiming to slice the "cocoon" into two halves along with its large arc.
Yet, even with a speed boost from "Watkins’s Pocket Watch" allowing more than double speed, the mont spatial cracks erged, the black dagger within the cocoon slashed through the thick layers, and a shadow flashed out.
Su Lun’s silver hair, despite its toughness, couldn’t withstand the dagger’s sharpness, refined by the fifth-tier rules; like cutting through mud, it easily sliced through the closely woven net, utterly failing to control anything.
The assassin broke free and appeared dozens of ters away.
This ti, he had pinpointed where Su Lun’s true body was!
Seeing the black scythe had not injured the assassin, Su Lun changed tactics as a hundred "Nightmare Dolls" clattered their jaws simultaneously, emitting a "cackling" ghostly laugh.
The eerie laughter rged into a chorus, echoing in the cavern, unavoidable.
So of these trick puppets were inscribed with third-tier runes, greatly amplifying the effect of their visual and auditory illusions.
With a hundred trick puppets striking at once and psychic illusions stacking, it wouldn’t be bold to claim they could control a high-tier professional, but influencing them for a mont was possible.
Su Lun chose this spacious cavern precisely for this echo, for this very mont.
However, unexpectedly, this ticulously planned strategy had no effect whatsoever on the enemy!
Upon closer inspection, Milo’s pupils emitted a green ghostly glow, and his ears had sealed shut.
This level of visual and auditory illusion had no effect on him.
Moreover, even with his hearing and partial vision blocked, his movents were still agile.
Just as Su Lun maneuvered the puppet to attack, the dagger appeared once again at his heart.
Milo was certain this strike would be successful!
Yet, this strike bizarrely missed again.
"Huh..."
Milo was greatly surprised as he watched the figure he had hit suddenly disperse.
It wasn’t speed, but spatial displacent!
"He’s even proficient in spatial techniques?"
A mont of grave seriousness flashed through Milo’s mind.
However, as an old-school assassin, his combat experience was exceptionally rich.
Although surprised, his hands did not slow down.
Right after his knife missed, he once again located Su Lun.
.....
This was the spatial instant technique "Flash" that Su Lun had obtained from Mr. Hei.
He had just mastered it two days ago and hadn’t expected to use it so soon.
But this life-saving technique only allowed for very short-distance displacents.
The few ters covered by Flash were trivial to a fifth-tier assassin’s agility.
Even multiple consecutive Flashes could be quickly caught up with.
Watching the black-light dagger slash again, Su Lun desperately dodged, but the dagger still cut through his dark golden skin on his lower abdon.
It was like a blade cutting through tough leather; although there was so resistance, the dagger still left a two-finger-deep gash in his abdon, causing a jet of blood to spray out.
It was like brushing past death.
In that mont, Su Lun truly felt the great terror between life and death.
Su Lun hurriedly flashed again.
....
Once again, the assassination failed.
Even more shocking, however, was assassin Milo.
After this strike, he was greatly alard, "Invincible? Third-tier rule?!"
Previously, during the pursuit, he thought he had overestimated this "Big Young Master Fick."
It turned out he had still underestimated him.
Just now, his dagger was wrapped with a fifth-tier wind rule.
Normally, cutting through a second-tier was like slicing through fruits and vegetables.
Even if it cut into the abdon, the sharp blade aura could instantly sever a second-tier professional in half!
But what did he see?
Just a non-fatal gash!
He had thought the gold light on Su Lun’s skin was just a similar technique; he didn’t expect it was actually "Invincible."
A high-tier flesh alchemy technique, usually only mastered proficiently by fourth or even fifth-tier bodily professionals.
Moreover, what was most shocking was that he sensed that it was definitely a third-tier golden rule condensed by a true sorcerer!
A second-tier professional, who knows "Invincible," and has even comprehended a complete third-tier rule?
"This kid is tricky! I must kill him quickly!"
Milo sensed sothing was amiss in his mind.
All the bizarre signs indicated that there was sothing very strange about this guy.
No matter how talented a person is, it’s impossible to possess these thods.
Therefore... behind him, there must be powerful backers!
How could there be a powerhouse in this dungeon who could nurture such a "monstrous" talent?
The thought was chilling, and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
With this thought, his blade beca even sharper.
....
The enemy’s assault suddenly beca fiercer.
On the other hand, Su Lun was already in a sorry state.
He was becoming increasingly hard-pressed to cope, and many gashes were sliced across his body. Had his physique not been exceptionally strong, so of the tricky wounds could have been fatal.
To have lasted so many rounds against a fifth-tier professional assassin was no small feat.
For this record, not only was it comndable for a second-tier professional, but even a third-tier professional would be proud.
Now fully deploying his techniques, he managed just to protect his life.
The enemy had also figured out all his capabilities.
Life and death hung by a thread.
If he continued to fight, Su Lun knew he was certain to die.
Ultimately, Su Lun, no longer caring about his dignity, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Mr. Jing, save !"
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