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With a "thud," another sharp sound pierced through the flesh, causing Bu to grimace in pain.
If this situation continued, even with his formidable recovery ability in Vampire Form, he would ultimately fall to his enemy due to excessive blood loss.
"I can't keep being passive like this. I'm gradually being led by the nose, completely influenced by his offensive moves. If I only defend, my chances of winning are slim."
Before his crossing over, Bu was just a homebody with no fighting experience at all; he was completely clueless about any technical skills.
Now, being able to grasp the key issues under the relentless assault of his merciless enemy was already quite remarkable.
At this moment, Bu spread his mental perception around his body, paying closer attention to the direction from which the dagger was coming behind him.
He suddenly pivoted lightly on his left foot, causing his body to spin backward like a top, while his right hand swiftly drew the decorative longsword from his waist to block the incoming dagger.
A loud clang echoed as metal met metal.
Bu successfully blocked the fierce strike from his opponent. His hand holding the longsword was pushed back due to the force but he stabilized himself with great strength.
Ricky's murderous intent momentarily faltered. From the beginning of the ambush to now, the continuous offensive he had painstakingly built up was interrupted by this block.
The essence of a thief's assassination lies in striking once and then overwhelming the enemy with a relentless barrage of quick attacks.
Their stealth techniques help them approach their enemies from behind for surprise attacks; if one strike fails, they unleash a furious assault like a gale.
Imagine if an enemy suddenly appeared behind you without warning, launching a rapid and ferocious attack on your unprotected back—who could withstand that?
With the continuous offensive disrupted, Ricky no longer advanced.
The Thief's Stealth effect can only be maintained while walking slowly or remaining still; once an attack is initiated, their form will be completely revealed.
This is why a Thief's assassination relies on the principle that if the first strike fails, they must first subdue the enemy, which is also a means of self-preservation.
After all, a Thief who has revealed themselves is no longer as frightening when their attacks can be seen. What instills fear is the unseen attack that can be felt from behind.
"Well now, not bad at all. I can't believe my frenzied series of attacks couldn't take you down. It seems I won't be able to kill you today."
Ricky flipped his palm, and the short, exquisite dagger in his hand had vanished, as if by magic.
This is a skill every Thief must master: the art of concealing the dagger. The saying goes, "When the plot reaches its end, the dagger must show itself; if it comes out, it must draw blood."
He observed the middle-aged man standing opposite him, who appeared to be in his thirties.
His looks were quite ordinary, a face that blended into the crowd so well that after seeing him, one could easily forget his appearance in an instant. Truly, he was suited for being a Thief.
At this moment, he would not take the initiative to attack; every second he could delay was advantageous for him. With his strong recovery ability, the longer he could stall, the better it would be for him.
Moreover, although there had been no one around where he had just stood, this person had suddenly appeared behind him, catching him off guard.
It seemed to be the essential skill of a Thief often mentioned in his past life—Stealth. This strange tactic made him quite wary because he was uncertain if there were other Thieves secretly watching him.
Thus, he could only respond to changes with consistency. Fortunately, with Mental Power to sense any anomalies around him, the situation wasn't too dire.
It seemed Ricky had noticed that he was stalling to recover from his injuries.
Ricky felt quite anxious; after their brief exchange just now, he dared not underestimate his opponent any further.
Although he was usually arrogant, at this moment he had to admit that this kid had some skills, managing to escape from such a frenzied and tight ambush. His strength was evident.
Moreover, now that he had revealed himself, the chances of defeating his opponent in a direct confrontation were slim.
Thus, he could only place his hopes on Locke, who was still lurking in the shadows. Now, he needed to create some opportunities for Locke.
"Are you done resting? Kid, although I might not be able to kill you, I still decided to teach you a lesson to save a bit of face."
Ricky put on an air of superiority, as if he were a senior who deserved respect.
With a flick of his hand, the gleaming short dagger Cold Light reappeared in his grasp.
"Ricky boss, make sure to teach this kid a good lesson. It would be best if you could kill him. He must have more Silver Kall on him," Thomas, who had been hiding by the carriage and had remained silent for a long time, now began to boast loudly. His arrogant expression made it seem as if he were the one preparing to teach the lesson.
Ricky casually twirled the dagger in the air, creating a flurry of silver sparks. He gestured and looked up at the fawning Thomas, boasting even more, "Watch how your Ricky boss treats this kid."
He even patted his chest, striking a pose of someone who could handle everything.
"Hey, kid, are you going to fight or just talk nonsense? Do you want to have a verbal sparring match?"
Bu Shen provoked his opponent with a disdainful expression that seemed to say he wouldn't believe it until he made him angry. His irritating demeanor resembled that of a matador twisting a red cloth, tauntingly provoking the bull's fury.
Combat isn't just about brute force; using strategy where possible makes things much easier.
Bu Shen knew that facing an enemy whose mind was clouded by Fury would likely be much easier than dealing with one who was calm and cautious at all times.
After Bu Shen's provocation, the dim-witted Ricky indeed took the bait, charging forward with red eyes and an angry face while cursing incessantly.
"You damn beast, dare to call your grandfather grandson? Just wait until I tear you apart."
"Who are you calling a beast!" Bulingji moved and shouted quickly at the charging Ricky.
Without thinking, Ricky responded eagerly, "The beast is calling you!"
"Oh my, the beast is indeed calling me. Ricky the beast, you really are cooperative." Bu laughed maniacally while retreating, dodging Ricky's relentless attacks and continuing to mock him.
Upon hearing this, Ricky finally snapped, his anger reaching new heights. Even Thomas, who was hiding by the cart, couldn't help but burst into laughter; he simply couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Ah! I will kill you!"
Ricky was almost driven mad, wildly stabbing at Bu with his dagger in a chaotic manner.
Bu felt it was about time; seeing Ricky's disorganized attacks revealed numerous openings in his defense. If he didn't retaliate now, it would be a disservice to himself.
Just as Bu was about to launch a fierce counterattack, someone struck first from his left side. A dagger glinted with cold light and was about to reach Bu's neck in an instant. The sudden appearance of Fellow startled Bu.
Although he had anticipated that other lurking thieves might take the opportunity to attack him, he never expected that despite using Mental Power to sense his surroundings, he still failed to detect any sign of the attacker.
If it weren't for the attack that broke through Fellow's Stealth effect, he might have remained oblivious to their presence until death.
The swiftly approaching dagger was fast; before it even touched his neck, the blade had already pierced his skin, causing a sharp pain.
Bu knew that dodging wasn't the best way to save himself. Even if he evaded this strike, the attacker could easily follow up and kill him anyway.
This person had an excellent grasp of timing; taking advantage of Hall's exposed vulnerability to lure Bu into attacking, they decisively launched a fierce strike.
This strike aimed directly at the most vulnerable part of Bumenlu's throat. When he acted, it was either not at all or to the death, leaving no room for the enemy to resist.
However, he overlooked one thing: do not underestimate a young man's potential.
Even a clay figurine has its temper, and a commoner still possesses some passion. Let alone someone as unruly as Bumenlu.
Threatened repeatedly by death, if Bumenlu truly lacked any spirit, he would not be Bumenlu.
Faced with the cold smile of the Masked Thief who sought to put him to death, Bumenlu ferociously raised his left hand, unhesitatingly grabbing the sharp dagger that was about to pierce his neck. At the same time, he mercilessly unleashed all his strength with his right foot, ruthlessly kicking the wildly charging Ricky who had numerous openings in his attack.
This series of actions appeared slow but was completed in the blink of an eye.
"Crack" "Thud"
Two distinctly different sounds emerged.
One was the sound of Bumenlu's left hand being pierced entirely by the sharp dagger and getting stuck in his bones; the other was Ricky being kicked in the abdomen by Bumenlu and spewing blood as he fell to the ground.
With a power value of 18 points, just a punch from Bumenlu hitting the ground would create a crater the size of a basin.
At this moment, his hand remained firmly gripping the dagger without moving an inch, while Ricky, who had been kicked in the abdomen, was likely suffering severe internal injuries and had lost most of his life.
Drops of blood slowly trickled down from Bumenlu's pierced hand, leaving Locke stunned by this young man's ferocity.
In that brief moment from when he struck to when he was blocked, the entire battle situation had completely turned around. What should have been a certain death for him was forcefully dismantled by this desperate young man’s resolve.
He had considered it very clearly before acting: even if his lethal strike was thwarted, this young man would not escape being disemboweled by the crazed Ricky.
But he never expected that the opponent would fight so desperately, and that Ricky would turn out to be so useless.
Is this really a noble who has secretly escaped from his family?
How can there be nobles more desperate than these reckless thieves?
Locke paid a bloody price for his moment of distraction. If he had continued to attack without caring about anything else, he might have inflicted even greater injuries on Bu.
But in battle, there are no maybes.
There is only life or death.
Bu seized this rare opportunity, taking advantage of the opponent's momentary lapse.
In that instant, in the unpredictable battle, it was the difference between life and death, the result of success or failure.
Taking advantage of that moment, Bu decisively discarded the Silver Sheathed Longsword in his right hand, his arm creating a blur as he swiftly grabbed the Masked Thief by the neck.
His hand, as unyielding as an iron pillar, firmly grasped the opponent's vital point, slowly lifting his short and sturdy body off the ground, half-suspended in the air.
In a confrontation between masters, a mere instant can lead to hundreds of exchanges.
Bu did not possess such strong abilities, but he had a heart to become powerful. As his heart grew stronger, his strength would eventually follow suit.
When Locke regained his senses, his life was already in Bu's hands.
Such a situation was completely beyond his original considerations.
They were clearly the hunters, but now the positions had reversed. The prey had not been captured; instead, they had fallen into a trap themselves.
Locke was a smart man. With someone gripping his neck, if he continued to resist, the other party would undoubtedly crush him like an ant without hesitation.
From the young man's desperate fighting stance, he could already tell.
This was a hungry wolf that was ruthless even to itself. If it could be so harsh on itself, it would show no mercy to its enemies.
He did not want to die; for now, he could only hope that the other party would not kill him.
Although he himself felt that this hope was a kind of luxury.
It was ridiculous. They had no grievances with others, yet they had offended someone to the brink of death over a bit of money. The two assassination attempts were more ruthless than the last.
He actually still hoped for mercy from others. Was that even possible?
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