Chapter 34 : Effective Education
In this stagnant ti, the assassin holding the dagger pushed open the window and leisurely stepped into the room.
He slowly walked to Hitana's bedside, looking down at that serene and beautiful sleeping face, sighing: "I don't know what that gentleman is thinking, oh well... it has nothing to do with ."
"As a return, I have to properly complete his task."
"Farewell, little friend, it's just a mont's thing."
The dagger reflecting the cold moonlight carried no rcy at all, stabbing straight toward Hitana's neck.
Puff—
It was not the sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh, but the light sound of a down pillow being pierced.
The assassin's brows slightly raised, his gaze falling on those suddenly opened dark red eyes.
Then he shifted his head, barely dodging this straight stab from Hitana, and his eyes also reflected the assassin's blurred appearance.
Even without understanding anything, the intuition and talent from the bottom of her heart had already made power flow through the girl's limbs.
The body that was originally in a resting and relaxed state instantly transmitted explosive power, under the seemingly delicate and soft skin, the neat and tight muscles pushed the gathered power from the waist and abdon spine section by section toward the thighs, the soft and extrely tough limbs directly kicked toward the assassin's sternum from an extrely tricky angle, under that imnse force, it would not be exaggerated if the entire chest was kicked in.
But Hitana did not feel any feedback from the sole of her foot.
The young wolf's red eyes instantly contracted to the limit, the intense phantom pain coming from her chest made her actively raise her arm to block before that dagger fell.
This ti, the blade truly pierced through the girl's flesh, no matter how much she tensed her muscles, that body she was proud of, which even wolf claws could hardly tear apart in an instant, was pierced in a mont.
"Bastard!"
The pain made Hitana roar in anger, she lifted her leg again for a diagonal kick, but undoubtedly kicked empty air.
However, this ti she was obviously feigning an attack, the kick was not forceful, so it was easy to retract her leg, using all four limbs to jump up from the bed, finally escaping the extrely dangerous position of lying flat.
"This is really..." The assassin looked at Hitana who was covering her forearm in so surprise,
"Are you really just Crystal Ladder?"
"[Northern vulgar slang], who the hell are you!"
The short-haired disheveled Hitana had a face full of anger, her eyes fierce: "Here to avenge those two useless viscounts? Why not go find Hydra?"
"Hmm... about that."
The assassin shrugged: "You can understand it as, I can't beat him."
At this mont, a certain string in Miss Young Wolf's mind snapped.
"Your aning is." Her face twitched, her canine teeth revealing sharp tips, "I'm much easier to beat than him, is that it?"
The man directly laughed out loud: "Isn't that—"
His figure appeared in front of Hitana the next mont, the blade that could cut iron like mud was like wind and light, sweeping toward Hitana's throat!
"Obvious?"
Looking at Hitana who clumsily flipped backward, the assassin spread his hands in answer.
Hitana who flipped backward to avoid this strike had her hands and feet like a wild beast, four limbs on the ground, the low growl exhaled from her throat hot like fire.
She certainly knew that she was not as good as Hydra, far from that annoying, hypocritical, bastard Hydra.
Precisely because of this, precisely because that inexplicable and real resentnt kept surging in her heart, Hitana felt genuinely angry at herself for being weaker than Anselm.
—That was a raging fla she herself did not understand, a chaotic thought forcing her, urging her to beco strong quickly.
[I absolutely cannot be manipulated by him at will]
The longer she spent with Anselm, the more easily Hitana had such thoughts.
"So it's a beast-like personality, with special talents in combat and intuition?"
The assassin casually tossed the dagger: "However, this isn't any particularly rare ability, I don't know why that gentleman values you so much."
Warriors with beast intuition, are they rare?
Not rare at all, the genius assassin from the Order of Ti did not know how many people who boasted of extraordinary combat talents had fallen to his blade.
"If it's just this." He yawned, lazily saying, "Then let's end it."
The man took a step forward and another, in the ti that had suddenly stopped at so point, walking to Hitana's front.
"Still using this posture to fight." He sneered, "Really guh—!?"
Mr. Assassin felt as if he had been head-on collided by a frenzied wild boar.
Hitana, maintaining the four limbs on the ground state, suddenly charged forward in a tackle, her arms tightly strangling the assassin's waist, her head raised high back!
"Go die for !"
While her arms strangled with the terrifying force to break the assassin's waist, the roaring Hitana directly headbutted, smashing into his abdon, under this front and back pincer attack, the assassin's lumbar vertebrae and internal organs were probably directly smashed to pieces!
But the fact was not so.
"Really... underestimated you."
The man sighed like this, for so reason completely uninjured, he lifted his leg in a knee strike that brutally hit Hitana's chin, making the girl spit out a spray of blood on the spot.
"Just four tis, it should be just four attacks, right?" The assassin stepped back multiple steps, leaving Hitana a safe distance, surprisingly not pursuing further, "You saw through my spell? And even predicted how long I could stop?"
"This isn't sothing intuition can achieve."
"Peh!"
Hitana directly spat out a small piece of tongue tip, her mouth full of blood making her look extrely ferocious at this mont, no different from a fierce beast: "Still in the mood to chat with ?"
"Oh, this... animal miss, you need to distinguish from ordinary assassins."
The expensive and gorgeous dagger with sand flowing at the handle flipped at the assassin's fingertips, he looked at the snow-haired girl whose pupils were sowhat twisted and deford, while curious, explained to Hitana:
"I—"
Ka-bang—!
Hitana watched the assassin wave the dagger to easily cut apart the furniture she threw, her expression gloomy.
From the previous three assassination attempts, she read the assassin's ability.
Ti.
It was not speed so fast that she could not react at all, but... ti that was frozen.
Because she noticed that strange sense of dislocation, every ti she barely dodged the assassin's attack, while brewing a counterattack, she was always observing the opponent's condition.
The assassin's attack and evasion of her counterattack had no sense of continuity at all.
It was as if... the middle process was cut off.
Hitana imdiately realized that it was not the process being cut off, but that she could not observe the ti when the assassin made movents.
In other words, that assassin froze her ti.
If it were the previous Hitana, she absolutely would not have considered so much in a short ti.
She would have imdiately identified the opponent as an enemy with terrifyingly exaggerated physical abilities, because in her cognition, her own power was everything, unable to observe the opponent's movents only ant one thing, the opponent was countless tis faster than herself.
And this wrong direction would only bring wrong results.
But after today's lesson ended, Hitana forcibly stopped on the path where her instinct was heading in the wrong direction.
Transcendent.
Mysterious, magnificent, complex transcendent, "absolutely not just fist and foot collisions" transcendent.
It was precisely because of Anselm's serious and ticulous teaching that she thought about the opponent's transcendent ability first, discovered the assassin's abnormality, and with her talent, saw through the assassin's ability in such a short ti.
Hitana had to admit that she indeed needed to thank Anselm, although now she did not have that ti.
As for that weird, almost perfectly tid action prediction, Hitana herself did not know what was going on.
She only felt that as blood kept surging into her throat, sothing in the center of her head seed to be burning, as if there was a roaring voice echoing in her soul.
At so point, the wound on the girl's arm had stopped bleeding.
Her eyes twisted and condensed, a colder and more barbaric will rising from the nearly beast-like pupils.
Like a wolf.
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