At the asteroid belt, Cillin was defending himself against his opponent’s attacks. Their speed was impressive, but even more impressive was the fact that they were perfectly used to space combat. It was as if they had beco one with the protective armor they were wearing.
Each acceleration was just right and perfectly tid. There wasn’t any wasted movent whatsoever. They were already fast to begin with, but the acceleration made their attacks stronger as well. Assuming that they were assassinating soone in space, their success rate should be as high as it was in a typical environnt. As expected of a real killer, they could always operate at peak performance no matter the environnt they were in.
Cillin’s armor did not have an acceleration function, but it could neutralize the effects of his environnt. Every ti he took a step, spun on his feet or leap into the air, it was like he was moving in normal gravity.
There was another flash of light as their blades clashed again. This ti though, the killer’s blade abruptly twisted around Cillin’s like a snake and shot straight toward his forehead.
Cillin crouched sideways at the sa ti he withdrew his own blade. He was able to block the sudden attack. Light flashed as their blades clashed yet again.
In the Eleventh Squad’s starship, everyone was watching the screens with serious looks on the face. However, the odd feeling in their chest grew bigger the longer they observed the battle. On the other hand, Eudy hid a sigh of relief. Unless he was sorely mistaken, this battle should end peacefully for everyone.
Cillin seed to be locked in a stalemate with his opponent, and Wheeze wasn’t making any progress either. More accurately, it was avoiding combat at all costs as per Cillin had instructed him. Unfortunately for the whip user, the gray cat was so fast that they recognized the futility of chasing it almost as soon as the man-and-cat chase began. Not only was the cat more than fast enough to escape out of his range, it even had the ti to look back and check if they were following. If they weren’t, then it would rush them down, land a scratch, then run away again.
“That guy must be feeling so frustrated right now,” comnted Cary while watching the whip user chasing after Wheeze.
Xiao Shang and Mogas nodded in agreent. Wheeze’s antics had deflated much of the tension.
On the other hand, Phoebe’s reaction was much more pronounced. “Taipan Nahan! It’s Taipan Nahan!”
“Taipan what?” Cary and the others looked at her in confusion.
“I’m talking about that whip user! His na is Taipan Nahan, and he’s the reason I chose a whip as my weapon! I saw him in action once during my ti in the A Squad,” Phoebe explained.
“Wait, you’ve seen him before?”
“Oh, excuse , I ant that I saw his whip putting a giant hole in a person’s head.”
It seed like only yesterday when she saw Taipan Nahan in action. He had inspired her so much that she decided to main a whip weapon for life; a chain whip to be exact because the type Taipan Nahan was using wasn’t suitable for her. Right now, she was incredibly excited not just because she hadn’t expected to et him again, but also because she now had a combat footage of him to fawn over for the rest of her life. His face was still hidden, but Phoebe was satisfied with what she had already.
“Taipan Nahan… Taipan…” Eudy was trying to recall what he knew about rciless. There weren’t much public information on the organization, and the fact that Taipan Nahan was working for them was one. However, it was rare to be able to put a na under the organization’s banner especially since the large majority of their mbers had never revealed their true face in public before.
In fact, Taipan Nahan was a combination of the man’s real na and codena. Taipan was his codena, and Nahan his real na. Taipan was the na of a venomous snake capable of extrely swift and rapid attacks. Judging from how he uses his whip, it was clear that the whip user had lived up to his codena.
That said, even a fast, venomous “snake” like him had trouble going up against Wheeze.
After blocking an attack and backing out of his opponent’s attack range, Cillin shot a glance in Wheeze’s direction just in ti to see it catching Taipan Nahan’s whip between its teeth. It looked like the battle would end with Wheeze biting the weapon in half, but the spikes covering the whip suddenly withdrew back into the body. Imdiately after that, a stream of electricity enveloped the cat.
“ow dammit!”
Wheeze imdiately let go and withdrew to the back. It was puckering its face for so reason.
Cillin’s mouth twitched the mont he saw this. He flicked his opponent’s weapon away before running straight toward Wheeze.
The dagger user paused, not expecting Cillin to leave the fight so suddenly. In the end, he decided to give chase.
Right now, both the Eleventh Squad and rciless were very confused by Cillin and Wheeze’s strange action. Was the electricity so powerful that the cat’s brain was fried? Was Cillin running to Wheeze because he was worried about it? That was the foremost conjecture in everyone’s mind, but life had a way of surprising people as usual.
Cillin moved faster and faster. When even Wheeze’s whiskers were beginning to twitch unnaturally, he leaped toward the spot behind the gray cat. As soon as he leaped into the air, Wheeze open its mouth and—
POOOOOOOOO—
—spat out a storm of scraps straight at the two rciless combatants.
To say that they were surprised would be an understatent. There wasn’t even enough ti to jump out of the way. They tried to block the torrent of tal with their weapons as best they could, but there was just too many of them, not to ntion that they ca fast, furious and unpredictable at tis.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, sothing clearly wasn’t right with these tallic scraps. Most of them were half lted and covered in so sort of unknown substance that was anything but a human’s gastric acid.
Yin Wushe was so surprised that he literally spat out the ice cream in his mouth. “What the fuck is this diet!?”
He jabbed the little fellow who was looking at the screen with an equally stunned expression on its face. “Can you eat tal if you want to? Won’t you get indigestion or sothing?”
It twitched its whiskers but did not say anything.
After Wheezing was finally done throwing up, it sneezed twice and shot out another rain of much tinier scraps. Still, it was nothing like the first.
Wheeze smacked its lips and wiped away the stains around its mouth. Then, it cocked its head and scratched behind its ear with its hind leg.
The two rciless combatants who just finished blocking the Wheeze’s “surprise attack” froze all of a sudden. It was because they saw Cillin aiming at them with the PTS K.
They exchanged a look with each other before putting away their weapons. Then, they went back to their spaceplane. If this was a true battlefield, Cillin would’ve shot them long before they had finished blocking the torrent of scraps. Knowing how good Cillin’s shooting skills were, at least one of them would’ve been shot and possibly killed. They might have chosen otherwise if their opponent wasn’t Cillin, but they were facing him, and from what their intelligence gathered, he was as mysterious as he was dangerous.
Finally, the gun in his hands gave off an extrely dangerous feeling; dangerous enough that they did not want to risk taking a hit at all. Most killers strongly believed in their intuition, so it took them little ti to make the retreat. They had already accomplished their mission anyway. While it wasn’t the best outco it could be, they were certain that their boss had already found his answer.
This whole space battle was a farce to begin with. What type of killer would challenge their target to a duel in open space? The circus type? It didn’t even count as practice because this was a duel, not an assassination. Every real space battle they had participated before this one had ended with the death of their targets. This one was just a pretense the boss had set up to find his answer, and a passable ga for them. That was all.
anwhile, everyone in the Eleventh Squad was wearing a dumbfounded look on their face. “Is that… it?” Why does it feel like we’ve been played for a fool?
After the two killers had retreated, Cillin put away his own weapon before slapping Wheeze on the head. “Let’s go. Also, pay attention to what you shove into your mouth next ti, you glutton.”
“I know what I eat, okay? I was just full, and I felt incredibly nauseous after that electric massage that whip guy gave . Also, the Robert Family’s robots are pretty difficult to digest.”
Wheeze transford into its cyborg form and carried Cillin back to their starship after this. On the way, it asked, “Did you know they weren’t serious from the start, Cillin?”
“More or less. Also, my opponent used a retractable dagger with reflective light when he fought . If this was a proper assassination, he should’ve used a blade that’s pitch black and non-reflective. The reason he didn’t is because this isn’t a serious fight at all.
“I have a question for you. Why do you think that the boss of rciless, Yin Wushe had requested such a childish fight?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“I reckon it’s because of you.”
“? What is he planning to do to ?!” Wheeze puffed up its fur imdiately. There was nothing it loathed more than becoming another’s experint.
“He might not necessarily be plotting sothing against you. There was a rumor that there was an ice cream lover in rciless who’s very interested in half-cyborgs, and Yin Wushe fits the profile, doesn’t he? He’s had an ice cream in his hands every ti we spoke with him, so I’m pretty sure it’s him.”
Wheeze remained silent for a few seconds before saying, “Do you think we should take him out first?”
Cillin pulled its ear. “Keep dreaming. That old man is slyer than you know.”
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