Chapter 198
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
A colorful, nameless snake slithered down from the tree . Its hissed and flicked its tongue . After a few moments, it found its target . It slithered up Anfey’s leg .
Anfey knocked the arrow and stared at the forest below him, still as a statue . He was trying to size up his enemies and take them out one by one .
This time he had picked the mercenary who had been interested in the soup earlier . Anfey could see the man dashing towards him, and realized he would arrive after approximately twenty seconds .
The snake kept slithering up his leg . The coldness felt strange, but Anfey looked like he could not feel anything at all . His body maintained the same posture .
He knew that snakes were cold-blooded and liked resting next to something warm . The warmth generated by a human body was very attractive to snakes, and it was not shocking a snake would try to coil itself around him . Judging from the color and the shape of its head, the snake was venomous . Attracting a venomous snake right before a fight was unlucky, but as an assassin, Anfey was accustomed to accidents . Nothing could distract him .
A figure coated in combat power passed by under him . Anfey released an element arrow that was aimed at the man’s back .
The element arrow dispersed with a loud crack, but the man was not injured . The magic armor flashed, and Anfey could see a magic crystal on the armor reduced to dust .
The bow in Anfey’s hand disappeared . Anfey reached down and slapped his knee, where the snake was resting . He grabbed the snake’s tail, yanking it off him, and tossed it aside .
Accidents could not distract Anfey, but it could affect his movements . Even though he was very fast, he was still delayed for a few seconds . His opponent was an experienced mercenary, and the few seconds was all he needed to regain his composure .
Anfey leapt down from the tree, his dagger shining, pointing at the mercenary’s neck . The magic armor the man wore was another surprise . What he hoped would be a fatal blow was nothing but an inconvenience to the man . Usually, Anfey would try to preserve his strength . This time, he did not want to do that .
Just as Anfey had expected, the man was ready to engage him . He turned around and drove his sword towards Anfey’s chest .
Every person had a certain way of fighting . If someone had fought Anfey before, he would know that Anfey would not expose his fighting plan when his target was still feet away from him . The longer he could hide his plan, the better .
The sword was much longer than the dagger, and normally it would be able to pierce its target . However, Anfey stopped in midair, and the wind blades under his feet disappeared . The sword was close to him, but he was able to avoid it .
Anfey’s dagger clanged against the sword, and he kicked the mercenary in the chest . The man grunted and drew his sword back for a second blow, sending his sword radiance after Anfey .
Anfey jumped out of the way and avoided the attack . The mercenary was not as good as Anfey at calculating and staying close to his target . Anfey kicked him and jumped upwards, but the mercenary was kicked, and his body was tilted .
Anfey landed and jumped up . He stared at the mercenary .
"It’s you!" the mercenary said . He recognized Anfey .
"No, it’s not," Anfey said . He leapt forward and dashed towards the mercenary .
The mercenary frowned, but Anfey was already on the move . "Come on," he bellowed angrily .
Anfey’s body was almost parallel to the ground, as if he was an arrow himself . He held out his right arm in front of him and pointed the dagger straight at the mercenary . What Anfey was doing was called a "death blow . " It was a move used by people who were determined to see their opponents dead . With his right arm held out in front of him, he traded mobility so he could kill the mercenary with one blow . In close combat, the loss of mobility usually meant death .
Perhaps it was because of Anfey, or perhaps it was because the mercenary was a daring and ruthless man himself, he used a "death blow" as well . His body was parallel to the ground, and the only difference between him and Anfey was the combat power on his sword .
As they were about to clash, the mercenary smirked . A man without combat power was no match for a man who had it .
The sword and the dagger clashed . Anfey’s dagger flew out of his hand, and his body kept going forward due to the momentum . Anfey curled his body up and turned from dashing forward to flying forward . As the two dashed past each other, Anfey kicked the man in his groin .
The mercenary grunted in pain and stumbled to the ground . Anfey leapt up and the two stared at each other . Anfey’s stance was natural, but the mercenary looked as if he was in great pain . Even though his combat power had prevented Anfey from completely disabling him, the mercenary was still in great pain .
Anfey raised his hand, and a lance made of wind blades gathered in his hand .
"You’re a two-discipliner?" the mercenary asked . He began to see Anfey in a different light . However, he could not understand why Anfey had chosen a lance . A knight with his horse was no match for a swordsman .
Anfey did not say anything . He had stopped a mercenary, and the other two had already arrived at where he was before . They crouched down to study their companion’s corpse . One of them held the elf's body in his arms and was sobbing, while the other was trying to console him . The sobbing man’s hood fell off, revealing two pointed ears .
Anfey bellowed and thrusted his lance towards the mercenary’s foot . He knew that the people in this world had a common mistake, and that was their lower body was often defenseless .
Anfey’s attack was very fast . Silvery wind blades shifted like an angry sea . Some blades dispersed like stars . The mercenary could only defend himself, and could not attack . Even Ernest was no match for Anfey when he was using a lance, let alone a mercenary . All he could do was blocking the lance .
Anfey leapt forward and thrust the lance at the man’s foot . The mercenary took a step back and tried to block with his sword . Anfey suddenly changed his direction of attack and slashed the lance at the man’s face . He had been aiming at the man’s lower body, and had angered the mercenary . However, this move was unexpected, and the mercenary was not fast enough to block the attack . The only thing he could do was try to move out of the lance’s way . The lance caught him on his left shoulder . It did not leave a deep wound, however, because of the mercenary’s combat power .
The mercenary roared and took a step back, his combat power becoming more blinding . Then his sword thrust forward and hit the lance . The blow scattered the wind blades that formed the sword, and sent Anfey flying backwards .
No one wanted to give up an opportunity for attack, especially when facing someone like Anfey . The mercenary leapt forward and dashed towards Anfey .
Before, the mercenary had been too slow . This time, he acted too fast .
Anfey sat in the grass, and he had drawn his bow . He aimed at the mercenary, and let loose his arrow .
Blocking an arrow from a hundred feet away was not difficult, but there were only a few feet between Anfey and the mercenary . The mercenary was running too fast for him to react and avoid the arrow .
The mercenary swung his sword . He did not know where Anfey was aiming, and was trying to protect himself instinctively . However, he missed the arrow . He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his vision was filled with blinding light .
Anfey rolled aside as the mercenary fell to the ground, his clothes burning . Anfey could draw the bow in a short time, but he could not form an element arrow . This time, he had used a blasting arrow made from bones of the manticore .
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