The street was getting quieter at night.
When a piece of dark cloud covered the last bit of moonlight …
Sou!
A sharp air-breaking sound came from the back of Kieran's head.
Kieran tilted his head and an arrow grazed the tip of his hair.
At the same time, in the shadow on his left, a mist rumbled and the huge snake mirage pounced out.
It was like a real venomous snake hiding in the bushes hunting its prey.
Not only was it fast, but it also had a big bloody mouth.
Sticky saliva floated between its upper and lower fangs, its scarlet purple tongue was like a long whip sweeping towards Kieran. In its cold eyes, there was only ruthlessness towards its prey.
Kieran looked at the huge snake mirage.
His gaze was as cold as the snake's.
In his expression, there was a calmness that the snake didn't have.
Such an attack method.
It wasn't the first time he saw it.
He had experienced it more than once from the Prairie King.
Each time, he was in a sorry state.
It could even be said that he had a slim chance of survival.
But …
That was before.
Now?
Maybe for the people in the current dungeon world, it was just a few days' work, but for Kieran, it was a difference of 8 dungeon worlds.
Among the 8 dungeon worlds, there were normal dungeons and special dungeons. There was also self-breakthrough and Unique Title snatching.
Each time, he would give his all to dig through the dungeon worlds.
Each time, he would face unknown danger.
Why did he do that?
Other than the considerable rewards, wasn't it all for the moment before him?
He didn't want the known danger to bother him anymore.
He didn't want to rely on luck when he was facing the known danger.
He wanted to be calm and unhurried.
He wanted to be at ease.
And him?
He did it.
He did it quite well.
Huu!
The night wind blew.
The scorching air rumbled on the street.
The pungent smell of sulfur filled the air.
The devil formed by the mirage raised its head and roared.
Its wild and untamed gaze was filled with contempt.
The chaotic and barbaric aura swept across the opponent.
When the magma arm was raised high, the shadow of the giant serpent was already on the verge of collapse. Even though the coldness in its eyes had not changed, it did not give it the slightest bit of power. Instead, it looked stiff and helpless.
When the two magma palms pinched the upper and lower jaws of the giant serpent, the serpent began to crumble.
However, this speed was too slow for the Devils.
So slow that he couldn't stand it.
So, he 'helped' it.
Chi!
Magma's hands moved up and down, and with a tearing sound, the giant snake shadow was immediately split into two, completely turning into specks of light and disappearing into the air.
However, there was no man with an eight-headed snake tattoo in the giant snake phantom.
The moment the arrow was dodged by Kieran and the giant snake shadow pounced out, the man with the eight-headed snake tattoo quietly approached Kieran from the right.
The dagger, which was dipped in poison, did not make any sound as it pierced through the air.
Moreover, the dark environment gave the dagger an even more powerful attack.
Not to mention flesh and blood.
Even steel could be pierced through.
That is, if it could.
Kieran's body did not move, but his right leg swung out like an iron whip. The moment it was swung out, the leg split into ten, bringing with it a sharp air current.
The air current was like a small snake. The moment it appeared, it hissed and drowned its opponent like a pack of wolves and tigers.
[Hundred Violent Kicks]!
[Thousand Viper Kicks]!
The man with the eight-headed snake tattoo might not be familiar with [Hundred Violent Kicks], but he was very familiar with [Thousand Viper Kicks].
He was so familiar with it that it was almost instinctive.
Therefore, he did not retreat.
He knew that the air current from [Thousand Viper Kicks] was enough to cut his skin, but it would only cut his skin and some flesh, it would not kill him.
As for the mental effect?
He might not be immune to it completely.
However, didn't he go through hellish training every day just to be able to resist it?
Moreover, Snake School had its own secret technique to affect one's mental state.
A light injury in exchange for death.
What else could be more suitable than this?
Enduring the stinging pain in his head, the man swung the dagger even faster.
Then …
He was hit by Kieran's kick.
The moment Kieran's kick landed on him, his face turned pale.
The power contained in the kick made the man with the eight-headed snake tattoo feel as if he had been hit by an ancient beast that had gone berserk.
Let alone a light injury in exchange for death.
When he was kicked, he couldn't even stab the dagger in his hand.
It's a trap!
He purposely used a secret technique that I'm familiar with to make me underestimate him!
The man with the eight-headed snake tattoo saw Kieran's unchanging expression from the beginning to the end, and he suddenly realized something.
But it was too late.
Bang!
Kaboom!
After a loud bang, the man with the eight-headed snake tattoo was sent flying like a cannonball after Kieran's kick. After crashing through a dozen houses, he was buried in a pile of rubble, no longer breathing.
An assassin would not fight head-on like a warrior.
The shadows provided them with the best protection.
They were the dancers on the tip of a blade.
They were the dancing partners of the Grim Reaper.
Life and death were decided in an instant.
It was the same for both his opponent and himself.
The moment the man underestimated Kieran, the ending had been decided.
Kieran would never underestimate anyone, especially during a battle. He would never let his guard down. Even if he had defeated his opponent, he would still maintain his vigilance. Even if he was in a safe environment, he would still do it.
This habit was very tiring, but it wasn't a bad habit.
Especially when he was ambushed!
Like now!
When the man with the eight-headed snake tattoo was buried by the rubble, another dagger stabbed at Kieran's back from the shadows.
The other one was dressed similarly to the man from before, revealing the tattoo on his right arm.
The only difference was that this man's right arm was an eight-headed snake with two tails.
Looking at Kieran who stood there without moving, as if he couldn't react to the attack, the man showed a vicious, bloodthirsty smile.
"Perfect timing!
This is how an assassin should fight! "
The man's eyes were filled with delight.
As for his comrade's death?
He didn't care at all.
A dead comrade wasn't worth wasting his emotions on.
Or more precisely, the man didn't have any emotions at all.
All he felt was the pleasure of killing his target.
Closer!
It was getting closer!
The man's face flushed unnaturally when his target was within reach, and his body started to tremble.
Then …
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