Chapter 30: The White-Clad Assassin
An Ilanian White-Clad Assassin!
Asker immediately averted his gaze, looking elsewhere.
However, the assassin quickly turned his head, his gaze locking onto Asker.
Discovered… Asker thought helplessly.
Ilanian Assassins had the “Intuition” Sequence in their bloodline. At lower levels, they could sense impending danger, and at higher levels, they could even sense the gazes of others.
This White-Clad Assassin seemed to possess a high-level Intuition ability (or a corresponding supernatural item), so much so that even Asker’s fleeting glance was noticed by him.
“Thira, take Nuo back first.” Asker said gently.
“Huh?” Thira was a little puzzled, but Asker quickly winked at her.
So she obediently took Nuo and left.
Asker watched the White-Clad Assassin approaching through the crowd, one hand on his sword, the other gripping the pistol at his waist.
This would probably be his toughest battle since transmigrating.
The magic tide level cap was 5. If a high-level Transcendental used a supernatural ability above level 5, they would lose control due to spiritual damage.
However, physically-oriented bloodlines could circumvent this limit, such as “Weapon Master,” and “Assassin.”
The potions in their bloodlines didn’t grant the Transcendents themselves various incredible abilities, but directly increased their physical qualities and combat experience.
In other words, these were passive buffs, not active abilities.
Passive buffs naturally didn’t consume mana, so they didn’t need to consume spirituality, and there was no need to worry about the magic tide cap. They could be fully utilized.
Most of the current White-Clad Assassins in Ilania were high-level Transcendents left over from the last magic tide. Since this one was sent to Olympia on a mission, his level wouldn’t be too high, estimated to be around level 8-10.
(Higher-level White-Clad Assassins were basically all carrying out missions in major cities in the Western countries.)
However, even if there was only a difference of 4-5 levels, wouldn’t he be suppressed in all aspects, whether it was explosive power or reaction speed?
It’s best not to fight… Asker turned and left, heading in the opposite direction from Thira and the others.
Coming to a deserted alley, Asker turned around and saw the White-Clad Assassin standing at the entrance of the alley, his face hidden by his hood.
“I’m just a passerby.” Asker said sincerely. “I don’t intend to get involved in anything.”
The assassin spread his hands, two daggers popping out from his sleeves, which he gripped.
“Why bother?” Asker sighed.
With a loud bang, the entire brick wall collapsed. Asker’s figure was sent flying, landing on the ground and rolling a few times.
The assassin looked at his daggers, his face expressionless.
In that split second, he had already swung his daggers three times, all of which were blocked and deflected by the opponent.
Even the last kick, it was more like the opponent deliberately let him hit him, just to create displacement and distance.
Asker bounced up and said, “You can’t kill me anyway, so why not stop here? Don’t you still have your mission target?”
“Is it worth exposing yourself just to chase me?”
The assassin responded with a shot from a wrist crossbow, which Asker deflected with his sword.
Asker turned and fled.
The assassin quickly chased after him.
The two chased each other closely in the alley. Asker didn’t intend to run to a crowded area, and neither did the White-Clad Assassin.
Because once they were discovered by the crowd, the White-Clad Assassin would immediately give up the chase and conceal himself.
Then Azure Longsword would have to be wary of endless assassinations from him, such as a stray arrow, a poisonous snake, or a bomb planted under the bed.
Therefore, both of them chose to flee to remote areas.
Arriving at the stairwell between the 60th and 61st floors, there was a secluded maintenance warehouse, its door half open.
Asker flashed inside and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy looking at him in terror, dropping the drill in his hand.
“You!” He exclaimed.
“Don’t shout!” Asker rushed in and pulled him behind a shelf.
A few seconds later, the White-Clad Assassin kicked open the door and coldly scanned the room.
His intuition told him that the person was in this room.
The two hiding behind the shelf held their breath.
The White-Clad Assassin looked at the wall where a set of powered armor was placed.
There were obvious signs of modification. At least in the Eastern Solomon Empire, it was illegal for civilians to privately modify powered armor.
The White-Clad Assassin wiped the paint on it with his little finger and brought it to his nose to sniff.
A moist trace, the user shouldn’t be far away.
In other words, there were two people in the room.
He took out a dagger from his sleeve and casually scratched the armor.
An unsightly scratch appeared on the painted surface.
The boy immediately showed intense emotions, wanting to rush out and fight the White-Clad Assassin to the death. Asker held him back tightly.
Although he held him back, there was still a slight sound. The White-Clad Assassin turned around and looked in the direction where Asker and the boy were hiding.
Then he saw a muzzle suddenly emerge from among the clutter on the shelf.
The White-Clad Assassin instantly sidestepped. The gun fired.
It didn’t hit the White-Clad Assassin.
But it hit the single-phase nuclear fusion battery placed on the windowsill.
From the White-Clad Assassin’s perspective, the miniature fusion battery was just blocked by the powered armor, so he hadn’t noticed this deadly explosive.
A huge explosion wave spread in all directions, instantly filling the entire warehouse with black smoke and a strong pungent smell.
Behind the collapsed shelf, the boy who had been pulled back sat, collapsed on the ground in a daze. He knew that it must have been his powered armor that exploded.
A figure rushed out of the black smoke, a dagger in his hand stabbing fiercely towards Asker.
Asker grabbed his dagger with his left hand and fired three shots in a row with his pistol in his right hand.
The White-Clad Assassin, still alive after being hit by three bullets, fought Asker with his dagger again.
The two clashed blades several times in a split second, with the intense momentum of not stopping until one of them was dead. The black smoke in the warehouse was filled with the crisp clanging of metal.
Asker’s sword, using Sharp Break, bypassed the White-Clad Assassin’s block and pierced directly into his chest.
At the same time, the White-Clad Assassin’s dagger also stabbed into his abdomen.
Then both of them let go at the same time. The White-Clad Assassin swayed a few times and collapsed to the ground.
Asker then noticed that his entire back had been blown to pieces by the fusion battery explosion.
Blood pooled beneath him, forming a lake. At this rate of blood loss, he should have been dead long ago.
This White-Clad Assassin was truly strong, even more Spartan than the Spartans. If he hadn’t used the environment and the blind spot of vision, he probably wouldn’t have been able to kill him so quickly.
Asker walked over unsteadily and began to loot the body.
Wrist crossbow, poison, smoke bomb… He fumbled for a bunch of things, stuffing them all into his bag without even looking.
Finally, he found a small bag of chewed hemostatic herbs, mixed with a small amount of anesthetic.
Pulling out the dagger from his abdomen, Asker lifted his damaged chainmail and cloth armor and pressed the herbs firmly against the wound.
The pain stopped, and he leaned against the wall and sat down, feeling drowsy.
However, a childish voice woke him up.
Asker opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the boy’s expression, half pain, half anger.
“You’ll pay for my powered armor!” He roared through gritted teeth.
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