100: Chapter 100 The Intimidating Force of a Second-Tier Assassin

Ghost Hand's voice was steady, carrying the composure of a superior.

In his view, although Lin Qi had killed four Lv.25 assassins, it didn't mean anything.

Rank suppression was an iron law in this world.

There was an insurmountable chasm between a Second-Rank professional and a First-Rank professional.

What's more, Lin Qi wasn't even First-Rank.

Lin Qi slammed the zhan ye heavy sword onto the ground.

Bang.

The dull thud scattered the surrounding mist.

"Overpraised."

Lin Qi looked at Ghost Hand, his tone indifferent.

"It's mainly because those pigs were too stupid to run."

Ghost Hand's eyes narrowed beneath his mask.

This brat, still mouthing off when death was imminent.

"Sharp-tongued."

Ghost Hand raised his right hand, his claws lightly tracing through the air.

Three faint blue fire marks remained in the air, lingering for a long time.

"I hope your bones can be as hard as your mouth later."

Before the words faded, Ghost Hand's figure suddenly blurred.

No starting motion.

No charging animation.

He just vanished into thin air from where he stood.

This was the agility attribute of an Lv.45 assassin.

It was so fast that the retina couldn't even capture the image.

Lin Qi's pupils contracted violently.

His body's instinctual reaction was faster than his brain.

He gripped the hilt with both hands, holding the wide blade horizontally in front of him like a shield.

Clang!

A piercing sound of metal clashing exploded.

Sparks flew, illuminating Lin Qi's slightly pale face.

A massive impact force was transmitted through the blade.

Lin Qi's feet dug firmly into the ground, but he was still pushed backward.

Two deep ravines appeared in the soil, extending more than three meters away.

So heavy.

Is this the strength judgment of a Second-Rank powerhouse?

Even if it wasn't a strength-based profession, the attribute bonuses from the Rank alone were enough to crush him now.

"You blocked it?"

Ghost Hand's voice sounded from Lin Qi's left, carrying a hint of mockery.

"Not bad reactions, but too slow."

Whoosh!

The sound of claws tearing through the air came again.

This time, it was at his left neck.

Lin Qi couldn't turn in time and could only barely tilt his heavy sword.

Zzzzt—

The claws grazed across the spine of the sword, bringing up a string of dazzling sparks.

The teeth-grinding friction sound made Zhang Wei's scalp tingle in the distance.

"Brother Qi! Watch out behind you!"

Zhang Wei shouted from behind a tree.

Actually, he didn't need to remind him.

Lin Qi already felt the chill behind his head.

Ghost Hand's speed was too fast.

He was like a ghost shuttling through the dark night, appearing left and right, front and back.

Lin Qi was like a clumsy iron tin can, being surrounded and beaten by this ghost.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The dense impact sounds merged into one.

Lin Qi was completely trapped in a passive, defensive situation.

His combat suit had already been cut into a dozen pieces.

Although the spider silk lining blocked fatal wounds, several bloodstains had already appeared on his exposed arms and cheeks.

Blood seeped out from the wounds, staining his collar red.

"What's wrong?"

Ghost Hand's voice was elusive, full of mockery.

"Where did that majesty from when you killed my subordinates go?"

"Is this so-called ancient martial arts?"

"Clumsy, sluggish, with no power to fight back."

Ghost Hand appeared in front of Lin Qi again.

He didn't rush to attack, but hovered in mid-air, looking down at Lin Qi.

That look was like watching a hamster struggling in a wheel.

"In this digitized world, stats are the truth."

"Your technique is worthless in the face of absolute speed."

Lin Qi caught his breath.

He wiped the blood from his face and re-inserted the zhan ye heavy sword into the ground.

"Are you done?"

Lin Qi looked at Ghost Hand, his eyes without a trace of panic.

He even felt a little like laughing.

"Is this your full strength?"

Ghost Hand was stunned for a moment.

Is this brat beaten stupid?

Clearly, he had been pushed to a dead end and was covered in injuries, yet he still dared to provoke him?

"Stubborn to the end."

Ghost Hand snorted coldly, and his figure erupted again.

This time, the speed was faster than before.

The claws went straight for Lin Qi's heart.

But he didn't notice that Lin Qi's hand gesture holding the sword had changed.

It was no longer a rigid block, but slightly tilted at an angle.

Clang!

The claws hit the blade again.

But this time, that solid impact feeling didn't appear.

Ghost Hand felt his strength hit a piece of greased steel plate.

The claws slid off the blade, and his body involuntarily lost a bit of balance.

Deflecting?

Ghost Hand was startled and quickly adjusted his posture to retreat.

Lin Qi stood where he was, not even moving his heels.

"Your speed is indeed fast," Lin Qi said lightly.

"Fast enough that my eyes can't keep up."

"But..."

He pointed to his ears.

"Your rhythm is too loud."

Ghost Hand frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Every time before you exert force, your left foot lands first, with a 0.1-second pause."

Lin Qi stated it like an objective fact.

"This is your habit of exerting force, and it is also your fatal weakness."

"Also, you rely too much on System correction."

"Every time an attack is blocked, you subconsciously wait for the stiffness time determined by the System to end before launching the next attack."

Lin Qi grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Against the backdrop of his blood-stained face, this smile appeared exceptionally grim.

"But with me, there is no stiffness."

Ghost Hand's heart skipped a beat.

An absurd feeling surged into his heart.

This Lv.1 Blank Slate had actually figured out his attack pattern while being beaten just now?

How is this possible?

How terrifying must this combat intuition be?

"Nonsense!"

Ghost Hand was embarrassed and angry.

Being seen through by an ant was an insult to a Second-Rank powerhouse.

"Since you want to die, then I will grant your wish!"

The black robe on Ghost Hand's body swelled suddenly.

A thick black mist erupted from his body, completely covering the surrounding five-meter range.

The already cold, chaotic graveyard's temperature dropped to freezing point.

The withered grass on the ground instantly froze with a layer of black frost.

"You can be proud to have lasted a minute under my offensive."

Ghost Hand's voice became hollow and eerie, as if coming from all directions at once.

"But it ends here."

"Go to Hell and repent for your arrogance!"

The black mist rolled.

Ghost Hand's figure disappeared completely.

Along with his aura, heartbeat, and footsteps, all were swallowed by this strange black mist.

This was the Assassin class's Second-Rank ultimate skill — [Shadow Jump].

Within this Domain, he could launch a fatal blow from any angle.

Ignoring defense.

Ignoring blocks.

Zhang Wei in the distance could no longer see the situation in the field.

He only saw a mass of black mist swallowing Lin Qi.

"It's over..."

Zhang Wei sat on the ground, his face pale.

This level of skill was simply not something students at the current stage could contend with.

In the center of the black mist, Lin Qi made a move that no one expected.

He let go of the hand holding the sword.

He let the 300-jin zhan ye heavy sword stand beside him.

Then, he closed his eyes.

Since his eyes couldn't see, there was no need to look.

Since his ears couldn't hear, there was no need to listen.

In this fake world built by data, only one thing was real.

That was killing intent.

As long as you want to kill me, your intention will leave traces in the air.

Lin Qi's legs were slightly bent, his whole body presenting a loose yet tense state.

Just like a fully drawn bow, waiting for the prey to hit the arrowhead itself.

"Come."

Lin Qi muttered in his heart.

"Let me see if your neck is as hard as your mouth."