After Acker's low shout, a figure slowly rose from the shadows on one side—a place where wall and moonlight intersected.
The shadows filled this place.
But with Acker's low shout, these shadows flowed like water.
When that figure appeared, the shadows truly flowed off the person's body like water, and part of it shrouded the person like mist, making it impossible to see their face.
"Are you the last student of the ntor?
Immature fellow.
Who do you think you are?
Do you think you can save them?"
The raspy and harsh voice was filled with disdain and ridicule, and an indescribable grudge and anger, yet a smile appeared on Acker's dry, wrinkled face.
"How would I know without trying?"
As the words fell, Acker moved his steps.
Whoosh!
A thin silk behind him accelerated abruptly, bringing about a sound.
This thin silk grazed Acker's body and collided with the silk that grazed the 'Blood Shadow's Thorn'—
Clink!
A clear sound like swords clashing.
Then ca the entanglent in the trembling.
The two stood face to face, but the two thin silks moved on their own, like two extrely fine snakes.
The whooshing sound continued, but no further collision.
It's not that they didn't want to, they couldn't.
The 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' knew after just one collision that its imitation 'Spider Silk' was a whole level below the original 'Spider Silk'.
If they collided again, the 'Spider Silk' in his hand would break.
This was an outco he absolutely did not want to see.
He could not accept this result.
He would never lose to this fellow in front of him.
And Acker realized this imdiately.
As he slightly stepped back, the 'Spider Silk' retracted instantly.
A dagger appeared in his hand.
As Acker retracted the Spider Silk, the 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' also retrieved its 'Spider Silk', and a dagger appeared in his hand.
The two charged at each other.
The whole process took only an instant, but in that instant, the two daggers shook continuously, vaguely aiming at each other's throats, hearts, and lower bodies.
Those are all fatal places.
But ultimately—
Clink!
The daggers collided.
Almost instinctively, another dagger appeared in their left hands, simultaneously stabbing at each other's throats, while both raised and lowered their feet.
Clink!
Bang!
The successive dagger clashes and the dull sound of feet kicking together, the two withdrew, disappearing into the shadows once more.
Inside the alley, instant silence fell, murderous and grim.
Ti passed second by second.
Suddenly, the night breeze stirred.
The wind blew softly.
A sense of hidden slaughter.
The 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' hid the slight sound of its movents within the wind sound.
Acker did the sa.
As the 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' lunged at him, he lunged at the 'Blood Shadow's Thorn'.
Clink clink clink!
In mid-air, the daggers in their hands collided continuously.
A series of crisp sounds, then silence once more at the mont of landing.
The alley returned to its original stillness.
Quickly, a patch of dark clouds appeared, blocking the moonlight.
Just as the moonlight disappeared.
Two crossbow arrows.
Twelve throwing knives.
Shot out simultaneously.
Like fearless soldiers launching a charge, colliding and falling to the ground.
Clink clink clink!
In a series of collisions, two figures tangled together, producing even more dense tallic collision sounds than before, until—
Crack!
Acker's dagger showed a crack.
Then shattered straight away.
Both daggers shattered simultaneously.
Although these two daggers were crafted by a locally famous blacksmith, almost sharp enough to be secret technique equipnt, they ultimately were not secret technique equipnt.
While the 'Blood Shadow's Thorn's' dual daggers were a gift from the Old Lion, genuine secret technique equipnt.
Initially, it may not have been apparent.
After hundreds of collisions, the forr finally showed disadvantages.
Seeing Acker's dagger shatter, the 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' did not hesitate, rushing forward like the wind.
Puff!
Acker dodged with all his might.
He dodged the dagger aid at his throat with his right hand.
He didn't dodge the dagger aid at his lower abdon.
The dagger embedded into his lower abdon.
"Ha, didn't you forget the ntor's teachings?
Assassins are ruthless.
They must resolve their opponent with the smallest cost and the fastest speed! ...Ugh!"
The 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' imdiately sneered, but the sneer abruptly stopped—the 'Spider Silk' suddenly sprang from a shadow beside, and Acker fiercely grabbed the 'Blood Shadow's Thorn's' wrist, who was about to dodge.
Squish!
Followed by, the 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' dodged a throat blow, but his entire left arm was cleanly cut off.
"Of course I didn't forget that sentence!
I dare not forget!
I always rember!"
Acker answered, clutching his lower abdon.
The 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' remained silent.
This King of Assassins from South County felt the pain in his severed arm, his face twitching.
Compared to the pain in his arm, he felt more pain on his face.
He lifted his hand and squeezed it hard.
Blood from the severed arm splashed directly at Acker.
This 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' wanted to gamble with 'Blood Flow Secret Technique'.
But unfortunately, Acker knew it too.
His bloodstained palm waved just as well.
Their blood turned into blood-colored shadows in mid-air.
In a blink, each had three blood shadows began to fight.
Just like before, the sa techniques, the sa secret techniques.
Even...
At tis, the behavior patterns were the sa.
After all, they were taught by the sa ntor.
The 'Blood Shadow's Thorn's' breathing beca heavier.
His every breath seed like pulling bellows when stoking a fire.
He didn't want to admit it.
But he had to.
His ntor's last student was just as outstanding as he was.
No!
Even more outstanding than him!
He could see that the other had quite a long period of 'indulgence', with no sign of training, only recently resharpening their skills again.
Although they quickly beca familiar with it, it was just familiar.
There was no further advancent.
But what about him?
He honed his skills every day for decades.
Yet he was almost the sa as soone who picked it up again.
Suddenly, the 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' beca unacceptable.
When his ntor handed over the title of 'Master of Bloodflow' to this bastard before him, he did say, the bastard before him was more talented.
He absolutely didn't recognize it.
He—
Was the true 'Master of Bloodflow' of this era!
Whisper!
Again, a deep breath.
This 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' sneered once more—
"Since you rember the ntor's teachings.
Then...
Let show you the true aning of this sentence."
As these words left his mouth, three figures appeared on either side of the alley.
No longer 'Blood Flow Secret Technique'.
But true, genuine people.
With the unique aura of assassins.
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