Chapter 922: History's Lamest Game Of Tag

There was barely a sound in the room as both men tried to spot the other, making sure to stay hidden.

David had a better understanding of his powers, and was using mana to track the hitman, but it wasn't as easy as he thought. Something was strange about his movements.

It was like the hitman was teleporting in some way. But he shouldn't have that ability.

In David's recollection, Gregory was a master of stealth and long-range assassination, not a wielder of magic. This revelation only deepened the mystery.

Yet his presence kept jumping around the room, and it wasn't in steady paths, either. He could tell the presence was vanishing and reappearing.

But, for the hitman, things were looking grim as well.

He couldn't even get a beat on where his assailant was. He could only feel the threatening presence all around him, like an all-encompassing ball of killing intent.