Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Fren felt that although his view was somewhat one-sided, it should represent part of the truth.

Only after entering university two months later can one learn more comprehensive knowledge.

"Level One Superhuman..."

Furen felt that his current level of acceleration could be classified as a Level 1 extraordinary professional, which showed that the gap between different extraordinary professions was indeed quite large.

In actual combat, profession and level can only be used as a reference. What's more important is to look at specific abilities and one's own three-dimensional attributes.

After get off work, Fren went on another mission with Joel.

This time, Joel's hand spikes look sharper; they must have been enhanced.

The wear and tear on the "work clothes" was of little significance to Joel.

The last time he infiltrated disguised as a worker, it seemed to open a new world for Joel. This time, without Fren saying anything, Joel took the initiative to find two sets of repairman's clothes.

"Thorn Princess, I can handle these two myself."

"Mr. Sunflower, be careful."

After a brief exchange, the two then faced off against their respective targets.

Fren did not engage in any "self-challenge" by choosing an unfamiliar area.

Although it was one against two this time, both of them were flesh-and-blood abilities.

Rushing forward, Furen thrust his sword towards the man's forehead.

The targets who can get the garden to make a move are people of high status and influence, and are willing to spend money on their own security.

These individuals were all mercenaries, with mid-level strength, so they were naturally able to detect Furen's rapier.

The sword blade, interwoven with black and red, was something even they didn't want to touch.

The two mercenaries grinned menacingly. The more burly one split open, revealing sharp teeth. "When did the Garden start taking in even the lowest of the low?"

Using a sickle-like weapon, he deflected the rapier, feeling the force of the blade, and couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

The danger of a rapier is directly related to the skill level of the wielder. They didn't want to touch the blade, so they chose to kill the "Sunflower Man" directly in front of them.

On the other side of the battlefield, the employer and his companions were being slaughtered by the Thorn Princess with overwhelming force.

Despite their arrogant words, the two of them were determined to run away as soon as they got out of a certain area.

It's just a trivial task; nothing is more important than our lives. The employer is certainly not going to survive, and even if they sacrifice their own lives, it won't make a difference.

The two mercenaries exchanged a glance and tacitly circled around to either side of Furen.

No matter which person Mr. Sunflower chooses to attack, the other will definitely flee without looking back.

With his sword in his right hand, Furen naturally prioritizes attacking the right side.

The slender man wielding two daggers, possessing flesh-based abilities, should also be blessed.

Such agile movements must be due to Slaanesh... or perhaps the musician's blessing.

The man dodged the sword's edge with an uncanny movement, then retreated.

The burly man with the scythe to Furen's left, as expected, had no intention of helping the other person and ran towards the door.

Seeing this, the man with the dagger cursed under his breath but said nothing. If it were him, he would have made the same choice; after all, the Thorn Princess was not far away, so of course he would run if he could.

He had no intention of killing this rookie; any unnecessary movement would reduce his chances of survival. Every movement he could make now was bought with the lives of his comrades on the other side of the battlefield. Losing a comrade every two seconds on average—he'd be crazy to waste time.

With a light tap of his toes, the man with the dagger also rushed towards the door.

His greatest strength was speed; the newcomer in the garden before him would never be able to keep up with him.

But the distance between the sword and himself remained unchanged the next moment.

Furen has no swordsmanship; all his movements are optimal solutions calculated through extensive research.

"court death!"

The man with the dagger had a fierce glint in his eyes. He was just in a hurry to run, which did not mean that he was afraid of the sunflower in front of him.

The fact that this newcomer to the garden could keep up with my attacks so closely suggests that he must have something special about him.

Seeing the sword blade still aimed straight at his brow, the man with the dagger steadied himself and tilted his head to dodge the attack.

Then two daggers flew like butterflies, one aimed to sever Fren's wrist holding the sword, and the other aimed to cut his neck at close range.

His dagger was a gold-plated weapon; the gold patterns and the poison coating on its surface could cause life to wither away.

The man was already imagining the feel of his dagger, the very dagger he had used to claim countless lives.

"At that speed, we can react..."

Furen's physique, which is almost at its maximum at level 2, is still inferior to that of the man in front of him. It seems that if the stats were on this man, his [Spirit] stat would be a true level 3.

However, with the help of Ripple and Runner, Furen could clearly sense the trajectory of the dagger.

With a mere millimeter's breadth, it grazed the skin, and with a slight tremor of his wrist, Floren ripped open the man's shirt at the chest.

Feeling his daggers miss their mark, the man was startled, followed by a chilling sensation running down his spine.

The musician's blessing can directly amplify speed and intuition; he has dodged many fatal attacks.

Without any further concealment, he simultaneously mobilized his profession as a [Weapon Master] and his various flesh-based abilities, granting him absolute control over his body.

The burst of power allowed the blade to dodge the attack before it could penetrate deeper into the body.

But before he could retaliate again, the tip of the sword suddenly gleamed.

Furen controlled the muscles in his sword-wielding hand, abruptly changing the direction of his force. The advantage of a double-edged sword is that, unlike wielding a knife, it doesn't require the wrist to be rotated.

He had already distanced himself from the mercenary, and even if he changed direction, the blade would not be able to cause any more damage.

High-frequency cutting!

Furen hadn't forgotten that he had already been able to use "sword energy" under Joel's training.

In JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, the scarf woven from the corpse of a certain insect by XZ is an excellent conductor of Ripple, providing a significant boost to Ripple users.

This sword has a similar ability to Furen, giving more possibilities to the Ripple that he cannot currently separate from his body.

The combination of [Ripple] and [Cut] in this alchemical rapier creates a high-frequency vibrating ripple that shoots out from the blade.

The ripples extended half a meter beyond the sword's edge, carrying a cutting quality, and slashed diagonally across the man's body.

It was as if a robe had been draped over someone, with blood blooming from the left shoulder to the right rib.

He died as his two severed bodies fell to the ground.

The alchemical rapier in Furen's hand trembled, and the red patterns became even more vivid, as if it wanted to draw the blood of the slain.

But Furen didn't have that time; he and the mid-level superhuman were decided in two rounds. The other man, wielding a scythe, was still some distance from the doorway.

Holding a sword in his right hand, Furen drew a revolver with his left, and the alchemical bullets fired instantly.