* Creak. *
A hook-nosed thug walked out and cursed, "You f * cker!"
"I told you to use your mouth. If it wasn't for the fact that you can still make some money, I would've taught you a lesson!"
He turned around the railing and entered an alley. He then took out his weapon and was about to pee. There were almost no toilets in the slums. It was even more smelly and filthy than London in the 19th century. If you were to walk in an alley, you might accidentally step on other people's excrement. Therefore, no nobles or rich people would come here. Even the guards were too lazy to patrol the area.
They were simply left to fend for themselves in the slums.
"F * ck!"
"I'll teach you a lesson sooner or later!"
As soon as the hook-nosed thug finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. Before he could take out his weapon, an arm covered his mouth. Then, a dagger flashed in the dark and slit his throat. Blood spurted out far away, gurgling out. The figure behind him grabbed his neck and didn't let go until the body stopped convulsing. At this time, Søren's figure appeared from the shadows. His face was expressionless like the Grim Reaper.
Once he entered battle mode, he would not have the slightest bit of mercy.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to enter the realm of Legends alive.
He dragged the body into the alley. Blood covered the ground. Fortunately, the darkness covered everything.
"Where's Cabot?"
Another scoundrel cursed as he walked out and said in dissatisfaction, "Taking so long to pee!"
"The boss is looking for him."
The thug looked around and clearly felt that something was wrong because he had just fought with another gang the day before yesterday. He vigilantly took out his dagger and approached the side of the alley.
The smell of blood filled the air.
The thug's expression changed. He opened his mouth and wanted to call for help, but the shadows suddenly twisted.
A dagger pierced his heart from the back, and a strong arm strangled his neck, forcing him to swallow back the scream that had already reached his throat.
"Shadow Hiding Successful!"
"Backstab activated!"
"Successfully activated Backstab x2, dealing 16 damage to target!"
"Target killed!"
"Extracting soul energy from target, received 30 EXP."
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Søren dragged the second corpse into the alley.
After killing two people in a row, the smell of blood inside was very strong. The people nearby even felt something and immediately locked the door.
Clang!
Soran picked up the other dagger and walked out with both hands at the same time.
The smell of blood on his body was very strong.
There was no point in continuing to hide. The other party would soon be alerted.
There weren't many masters in the gangs in the slums, and there weren't many people with professional templates. It was enough for him to kill two of them.
Thud thud!
Søren jumped up from the wall and landed on the roof.
His 20 points of Dexterity allowed him to walk without making any sound. He picked up a tile and threw it down, instantly alerting the other people inside. Three armed thugs walked out. The leader was Gallas, whom they had met earlier in the day. He looked around vigilantly, then beckoned his men to walk to the side of the alley.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream echoed in the air.
Søren's figure descended from the sky like an eagle, pouncing on one of the thugs behind. The dagger cut from his back all the way to his waist. His other hand drew a cold light and pierced the man's skull through his chin.
There was no hesitation.
Søren lifted his leg and kicked the corpse away. He then threw the dagger in his hand and stabbed the second enemy in the heart.
"It's you! … "
The leader of the thugs shouted and pulled out his longsword. His expression was ugly as he said, "Are you crazy?!"
Clang clang clang!
Søren's dagger drew a strange trajectory in the air, continuously blocking the enemy's attacks. He said in a low voice, "You shouldn't have targeted Vivian."
"So I can only send you all to hell!"
Rogues could never fight a battle of attrition with a Warrior!
Søren had always remembered this, so after the three consecutive strikes from the military swordsmanship, he stepped to the side and slid a kick. His other hand glowed with a cold light as he cut the enemy's waist.
Garris is a vigilant fellow!
Ever since he came back injured from his adventure, he had been wearing leather armor when he slept. The armor was made of tough leather, so the dagger couldn't penetrate it.
The only way was to attack the parts of his body that weren't covered by leather armor.
Fresh blood oozed out.
Gallas held his waist and felt numb. His expression was ugly as he said, "It's poisonous!"
He remembered it clearly.
Søren shouldn't have received any formal training, so how could he be so familiar with the military swordsmanship?
He found the flaw in his attack in the blink of an eye!
Yes.
Maybe Søren didn't know this in the past, but the current Søren couldn't be more familiar with Gallas' swordsmanship.
Søren was very familiar with the advanced Cross Swordsmanship, White Raven Swordsmanship, Reverse Slash Swordsmanship, and so on. If a Legendary Rogue didn't even know his opponent's moves, how could he reach the Legendary Realm? Gallas was just a thug from the slums. Unless he had some special encounter or could afford the expensive learning fees, he could only master low-level military swordsmanship.
It was a basic swordsmanship that could increase the user's basic hit rate by 3 points and use [Sword Form – Heavy Hack] at the same time.
Clang!
Sparks flew out.
Søren's footsteps drew a strange trajectory. He suddenly turned from the front to the enemy's back and stabbed into Gallas' neck. He then flipped the dagger around.
Plop!
Gallas' corpse fell to the ground.
Søren took a moment to catch his breath, then said in a low voice, "To be able to die under Shadowstep, you're worthy of your class."
This was the ability of a Legendary Rogue.
However, Søren didn't have the ability to master Shadowstep. The real Shadowstep was to cross the Shadow Plane and appear behind the enemy's back. He just used the technique and the moment he hid in the shadows to confuse the enemy's vision. Legendary Rogues had already understood the essence of Shadowstep. They could use the power of Shadowstep to cast many spells in battle. If it weren't for his 20 points of Dexterity, which allowed him to imitate many of the fighting techniques from the past, he wouldn't have been able to kill these villains so easily.
In less than a minute or two, three more corpses were left on the ground.
Night, under the shadow of the night.
Everyone in the vicinity was hiding. The prostitutes were trembling in fear behind their doors.
Søren picked up one of the corpses and barged in through the door. There were many gangs in the slums, but these were the true core members. Those thugs were useless. With Søren's current skills, he could easily kill these thugs like cutting vegetables. Most of the class holders could easily take on ten normal people at once.
Whoosh!
The sound of a crossbow being fired could be heard.
Søren, who was carrying the corpse, immediately let go of it. He actually ran three steps horizontally across the wall before landing on the ground and pouncing towards the enemy in front of him.
This skill that was beyond the knowledge of ordinary people made the enemy stunned for a moment!
Before they could react, two of them clutched their throats and fell to the ground. Large amounts of blood gushed out.
Søren's reaction was simply too fast. He dodged the sword by a hair's breadth and kicked a stool into the enemy's face. He then grabbed the enemy's arm and directly cut his tendons with his dagger. With a cry of pain, the flying dagger slashed across the throat, leaving a half-foot long gash in the throat.
Large amounts of blood gushed out!
Thud!
Søren lightly hooked a crossbow with the tip of his foot. He quickly fiddled with it, kicked open the door, and shot forward.
An arrow was shot!
There was a muffled groan in the room, followed by a cry of pain.
"So … Søren! … "
"Don't kill me! … I'll let you be the boss! … You'll be the boss from now on! … "
Cole was a gloomy middle-aged man. But at this moment, he was holding his arm with a face full of fear. He kept begging, "Don't kill me!"
"I'll listen to you from now on."
A cold light flashed.
Søren expressionlessly slit his throat. He then frowned as he looked at the bloodstains on his body. He then began to search the room for valuables.
There were a total of eleven people.
Almost all the core members of the gang. Three of them had advanced to class holders.
Unfortunately, they were all level one.
Except for Gallas who could block a few of his attacks at the beginning, the rest were basically no match for him!
After all, there were no experts in the slums.
The people here lacked food, money, and energy to train. The only reason they could advance to class holders was because they had experienced too many street fights.
A level one warrior with proper training could fight two or three people head-on!
Soran pulled up a piece of bedsheet and rolled all the valuable items into it. Finally, he tied it into a big package and carried it directly to the front.
Some people were secretly looking around.
But no one dared to come out. This was not something they could interfere with.
They waited until Søren's figure left.
Immediately, several men stealthily approached and fiercely glared at Lei Feng who was not far away. Then, they rummaged through the wealth on the corpse and ran into the house to take away the valuable things.
This gang was already destroyed.
Tomorrow, there would be other gangs coming to replace them. If they did not take advantage of this opportunity, they would not have another chance in the future.
This was the slums.
It was normal for something like this to happen.
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