Man on the ark, forced to become king

With a powerful kick, Lin Lu sent the one-armed assassin flying backward, colliding with the people behind him. Lin Lu grinned and took the opportunity to lower her body and rush forward. Her lightsaber slashed diagonally upward and collided with a black cleaver. It was like a hot knife through oil; the black blade was cut in two. The lightsaber continued its momentum, flashing across the assassin's chest and creating a cloud of blood mist.

A photo showed two of Dassim's assassins crippled and lying on the ground, which terrified the others who quickly retreated and hid, not daring to approach.

Even a fool could see that this was not an enemy they could handle. They were indeed from a family power in Syracuse, but they weren't really outlaws. They would still be afraid when faced with an opponent they clearly couldn't defeat.

"Hey, you're supposed to be their boss, there's no need to use your men's lives to wear me down, is there? If you have any guts, come at me one-on-one, winner takes all, and I'll respect you more."

After slaying two people, Lin Lu did not continue forward. Instead, she extended her sword and pointed it directly at Dasmi, whose face was extremely pale.

He could tell from the moment he cut the machete that the weapons and equipment on both sides were not even in the same league, and the gap in combat experience was even greater. What was the point of fighting?

There's no point in messing with these small fry; if we're going to fight, it'll be more interesting to fight Dassim, the leader.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Do You Want to Dance Too?

"Back off."

Dasmi waved to signal the others to pull the wounded back, then suddenly lowered his body and charged forward.

Like a wolf hunting its prey, it bared its fangs, and two blades brought forth a dazzling, flowing light as they slashed down from the left and right sides.

Ding!

Lin Lu parried with her sword, and the blade, bound by Originium Arts, clashed with Dashimi's twin blades, producing a sound like the clanging of metal.

Texas was not exaggerating. Dasmi wielded his twin swords, each strike faster than the last, leaving dazzling trails in the air, far surpassing the skill of those lowly henchmen.

Furthermore, the weapon he used was a specially made masterpiece, and it showed no signs of dulling even when clashing with the blade of a lightsaber.

This kind of fierce and relentless attack reminded Lin Lu of the two swords-wielding knights who had lost their homeland in the border region—especially the one in Sol City.

Of course, it only looks like it; Dassimi is still far from being good enough in terms of both skill and strength.

With light, quick steps, Lin Lu calmly dodged the flashing blades, raising her right hand to hold the sword, blade facing downwards, and spinning it lightly.

The sharp blade grazed the body as it spun to the side, tearing the T-shirt that was being blown by the wind.

—The expert calculated the distance of the blade precisely and slightly dodged the attack, so he was not injured, only his clothes were torn.

Thanks to the lightness of the lightsaber, even though his physical abilities are far inferior to what they used to be, he can still use his experience to employ agile techniques.

As she moved, the lightsaber spun to deflect the straight blade on the left, leaving a bright arc in its wake. In an instant, Lin Lu had moved behind Ximi, and the orange-red blade thrust forward.

Dasmi turned around quickly, crossing his twin swords in an attempt to block, but he was still a step too slow and failed to completely deflect the attack. His suit jacket tore at the shoulder, revealing a deep crimson stain.

"It seems that the little wolf cub has found a good helper."

The stinging pain in his shoulder made Dassim frown slightly. He trembled his twin swords, and a pale gray vortex rose from beneath his feet, enveloping him and making him appear somewhat hazy and difficult to recognize.

"Originium Technique?"

A glint flashed in Lin Lu's eyes as she secretly guessed its effects. It seemed to make her body lighter and... conceal her form.

Originium Arts are actually very suitable for assassination.

"His Originium Arts make his body and weapons so blurred that they are almost unrecognizable, while also increasing his speed. In Syracuse, he has a nickname: The Invisible Blade! Be careful!"

Texas's loud reminder came from behind, and Lin Lu's expression immediately turned strange.

"The Invisible Blade? Him?"

"Kid, you'll soon know what fear is."

Dassimi's sinister voice rang out from the hazy mist, almost making Lin Lu burst out laughing.

"What a coincidence, I happen to know that move too. How about we have a contest?"

As he said this, a glow emanated from the staff behind him, and wisps of shimmering white and deep blue smoke rose from the staff, enveloping his entire body.

Visibly, Lin Lu's body rapidly transformed into an extremely faint, semi-transparent state. Her right hand held the lightsaber horizontally, and her left hand, which was wrapped around the weapon, slowly slid across the blade. The originally striking orange-red sword body, along with the hilt, disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace whatsoever.

The magic of the night—vanishing into nothingness.

Night Magic - Invisible Blade.

Both types of magic originate from the same source, being spells used by the assassins of the magic town of Seria. They can make the body unrecognizable and completely conceal weapons.

Unlike Dasmi, who was enveloped in smoke, Lin Lu became almost transparent after being enchanted, like a phantom reflected in the air. Her lightsaber completely disappeared. The difference between the two was obvious.

"Be careful, the invisible blade."

With a grin, Lin Lu lowered her body, braced herself with her left hand on the ground, and with the invisible light sword on her back, she vanished instantly.

"hateful!"

Dassim was terrified and cautiously scanned his surroundings, not daring to act rashly.

In the past, he had always relied on his Originium Arts to outwit others, but today he encountered someone who had mastered the same Originium Arts, and whose effects were even stronger than his. Suddenly, he felt a bit awkward.

As a seasoned expert in this field, he knew all too well that he could not act rashly before accurately locating his opponent, lest he be ambushed and put at a disadvantage.

But... I can't find it! I simply can't find it!

No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find any trace of that person. It was as if they had truly vanished into thin air. But how could that be?!

"Here~ is it~?"

The hairs on the back of his head stood on end, and his wagging tail instantly tensed. Dassim was startled and quickly turned around, only to find that there was nothing behind him. Who was there?

laugh!

Blood splashes!

Dasmi felt a sharp pain in his back. A wound appeared out of nowhere on his back, running from bottom to top. The blood mist floating in the air vaguely outlined the shape of a long, narrow sword blade before disappearing.

Lin Lu maintained her posture of pressing her body down and supporting herself with one hand on the ground. Her figure flickered and disappeared from the spot as if she had teleported. The next second, she reappeared behind Dasmi and was slashed diagonally by the hidden lightsaber. Another wound extended from her waist to her shoulder, so deep that the bone was visible.

Suffering a sudden and severe blow, Dashimi's Originium Arts could not be maintained and automatically disintegrated. He staggered forward and almost fell to the ground, his right hand holding the knife hanging limply.

That knife just grazed his right shoulder; without treatment, he probably won't have the strength to swing it for a while.

"An invisible blade? Is that all? You think you're worthy?"

Flash, then disappear.

Lin Lu appeared before Dasmi like a ghost, grabbing his throat in one swift motion.

"Do you want to dance too?"

Bang!

Dassim's eyes widened. Before he could utter a sound, he felt a surge of immense power rushing towards him. His feet seemed to leave the ground, and his body fell backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground. A sharp pain shot through the wound on his back, causing his face to contort in agony.

laugh!

The blade pierced flesh, blood splattered on the left shoulder, and the orange-red blade, which had been invisible, revealed itself, piercing through the shoulder and embedding itself straight into the ground.

"All that fancy stuff is useless. If you keep fighting me with your sword, you might be able to hold out a little longer."

The blue mist drifted away with the wind, and Lin Lu's figure became clear again. She crossed her arms, her gaze sweeping over the trembling Ruperts before settling on the pale-faced Dasmi.

"How are you feeling? Did you expect this outcome when you sent people to attack me this afternoon?"

"Oh it's you!"

Dasmi's eyes widened, his teeth clenched, and his eyes seemed to spit fire.

"I really don't understand, how did you come up with the idea that attacking me would create chaos in Lungmen? Are you perhaps suffering from some serious illness?"

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Dust Settles Down

"Hmph, winner takes all, I have nothing to say."

Dassim was quite tough; even when pinned to the ground, he did not yield or beg for mercy.

Lin Lu always held this kind of person in high regard; he liked people with a strong personality.

"Look at this, we have no past grudges or recent enmity, and you send people to kill me just because I'm watching a show? How can you be so unreasonable?"

The orange-red blade dissipated, and Lin Lu picked up the hilt, smiling as she said, "Actually, I'm quite curious about what you're thinking and your purpose in coming to Longmen. I'm very interested, but if you don't want to say, I won't force you."

"I admire your toughness in keeping this a secret. I'll give you a dignified death. I'll send you on your way in a bit, and I guarantee you won't suffer."

"Texas."

"what?"

The black wolf girl stood there, holding her lightsaber, watching helplessly as Dasmi and his men were all brought down within minutes. The rest of them were too timid to move, and she was completely dazed. When she heard Lin Lu call her name, she paused for a few seconds before she came to her senses.

"I'll give you a chance to get revenge. You can kill him, but only him."

Lin Lu pointed to Dasmi on the ground, then straightened up and looked at his hesitant subordinates, wondering why they hadn't run away.

If you're talking about having a deep bond with your boss... then you should have rushed over when Dassim fell to the ground.

But if there's no real affection involved, why not run away when you know staying won't end well?

"They dare not run."

Texas glanced at Dasmi lying on the ground with both shoulders broken, but didn't make a move. Perhaps noticing Lin Lu's confusion, she took the initiative to explain.

“The rules in Syracuse are different from those in Lungmen. If Dasmi dies here but they return alive, the consequences will be worse than death.”

"Won't they run off somewhere else?"