The old assassin wasn't lying. His movements were fast, so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to follow him.
Just when you thought you could catch a glimpse of him, he had already left his original position. In such a situation, the eyes would become a hindrance.
— — Intuition was the most reliable thing!
Just as the gleaming dagger was about to kiss the young man's neck, the old man exclaimed in surprise. The next moment, his figure disappeared like a puff of smoke. At the same time, a seven-foot-deep crater appeared where he had been standing, as if a small meteorite had fallen there.
The old assassin sucked in a breath of cold air. Where did this magic come from? How could its power be so terrifying? It was obvious that the guy in front of him had only casually waved his staff, and most importantly, how did he know that he would appear there? The old assassin couldn't help but look at the dagger in his hand.
"That weapon of yours is a magic device, right?" Rob asked. "Can it be used to detect magic waves in the vicinity?"
The old assassin didn't answer, but his attitude was an answer in itself.
It was common sense for an assassin to do his homework before a mission. The old assassin had studied the battle in the earl's mansion and knew that the target this time was not only a Magician, but a very powerful one.
Therefore, he didn't look as relaxed as he appeared to be. It was just a disguise, just like how he had pretended to be old.
No one liked to fight Magicians because their combat style was the most complicated and unpredictable among all the professions. However, if the old assassin could be warned in advance, coupled with his nimble movements, he was confident that he could dodge most of the attacks.
The reason why he decided to accept this mission was inseparable from the ugly dagger in his hand.
Unlike ordinary weapons, the dagger wasn't made of metal. Its hardness and sharpness were average. Even Butcher's kitchen utensils were stronger than this dagger, let alone the swords in his collection. However, when it came to dealing with Magicians, it was better than any other dagger in the entire Dawn Continent.
Unfortunately, it had failed this time, which was very rare.
The old assassin was able to dodge the terrifying attack purely because of his instincts honed through life and death situations. It had nothing to do with the dagger in his hand. Until now, the dagger named Mage's Apocalypse had been very quiet. The green gem at the bottom had been dim. If it weren't for the crater in front of him, the old assassin would have suspected that the guy in front of him had never attacked.
What surprised him even more was what the other party did after forcing him away.
The young mage didn't activate any defensive barrier for himself and maintained his original posture.
Was it carelessness? No, it couldn't be. An expert of this level wouldn't make such a low-level mistake. There was only one possibility left.
The old assassin narrowed his eyes. Wasn't this guy a little too daring?
The reason why Rob didn't release any defensive magic wasn't because he was careless. The situation tonight was different from the one in the Earl's Mansion. He was able to deal with Dean with ease, so he tried to control the number of times he attacked. He didn't even release a defensive magic.
However, when facing the old assassin, he felt pressured. The old assassin's movements were even faster than the rumors said. In terms of pure speed, the old assassin before him was probably unrivaled among melee combatants. Even the famous Tier 9 experts might not be able to match his speed. Moreover, most Magicians needed to lock onto their targets before casting their spells. In such a situation where the naked eye couldn't follow his movements, the old assassin's strength would be greatly reduced.
Out of consideration for his own safety, Rob should release a defensive magic for himself. This was a common battle tactic used by Magicians. They would first ensure their own safety and distance themselves from the opponent, then use magic to end the battle.
But this time, it wasn't possible. The reason why Rob was able to accurately predict where the old assassin would appear was because of his incredible battle instincts. In other words, he had a keen sense of danger.
Once he constructed a defensive system for himself, he would be safe, but he wouldn't be able to grasp his opponent's movements. In this way, the battle would fall into a stalemate. Therefore, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor didn't make any moves.
The old assassin was shocked by the courage of the person in front of him. There was no doubt that battle instincts were extremely important to any expert. They could often save a person's life at a crucial moment. However, instinct was only instinct. Although it had the reputation of being a sixth sense, it still couldn't be compared to the real five senses. Not every danger could be sensed in advance, so intuition could only be used as a supplementary method in battle.
If his guess was right, the young man in front of him was planning to use his combat instincts as a conventional way of fighting under the premise that he couldn't follow his movements with his naked eyes.
But isn't this a little too risky? The old assassin frowned. However, his current situation was somewhat similar to that of the person in front of him. He didn't know what method his opponent used, but his dagger couldn't detect the magical waves in the surroundings. Moreover, that person's casting time was terrifyingly short, so the old assassin could only rely on his instincts to avoid danger.
In this way, the battle became a competition of intuition.
As an assassin, he never liked to rely on luck because luck would run out one day. However, the old assassin was also very confident in his battle instincts. His instincts were honed by the edge of life and death countless times, and had already become a part of him.
The person in front of him was at most in his early twenties. He might be talented, but there was no shortcut in things like battle experience that needed to be accumulated slowly. Therefore, it seemed that if he continued to fight like this, the chances of him winning were still very high.
After all, it was a mission of 300,000 gold coins, which was an irresistible temptation for any assassin. It was worth taking a little risk.
The old assassin weighed the pros and cons in his heart. Finally, he held the dagger in his hand.
The blade pierced through the curtain of the night, and the old assassin once again dashed towards the young magician with the dance of the Grim Reaper. This time, Robb did not choose to stand in place and wait passively. He decisively activated Phase Shift as well, and the two figures alternated on the street, accompanied by the explosion of magic.
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