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Chương 53: Deathmatch!

Charlie, vice-leader of D'argent under Marcel, stealthily climbs over a second-story rooftop as two of his most trusted men follow him closely behind. The first was an average height man with a thin physique, yet still had managed to acquire a bulky musculature, this was Presot, an orphan who'd been groomed by Charlie and the D'argent gang to become their watchdog. The man was fiercely loyal due to Charlie saving him from an unbelievably dire situation. In Charlie's honest opinion, there was none as loyal as this man.

Not to mention, Presot was an impressive combatant, having trained most of his life to master spearmanship, along with any other skills someone belonging to the criminal underworld might need.

The second, was the hawk-eyed man beside Presot, Rennius. He was slightly taller than Presot, which meant he was significantly taller than Charlie, and was incredibly skilled with a bow. He'd originally been an assassin sent by the Baleine gang to kill Marcel, but after Charlie defeated him, the man pledged his loyalty... Mind you, he still would have been executed had he not made a vow under a Contract of Brimir, which would kill him if he broke his vow.

Despite their lack of magic, both were more than skilled enough to kill a regular mage in combat. If both worked together, they might even be able to kill a trained mage if they got the jump on them. Unfortunately, like most things in this world, there were thing's they couldn't overcome. Any skilled mage would easily decimate someone who lacked magic.

What good is being a master swordsman if the mage can simply melt your blade? What good is being a master archer if a simple wind spell would make all your experience useless?

This was the main reason only assassins or musket men were sent after mages. And also the reason Charlie was accompanying his two subordinates. After all, if this stranger was allowed to continue wreaking havoc on D'argent's forces, there wouldn't be a gang left to save.

The three were all wrapped in cloaked that were enchanted for concealment, hopefully allowing them to get the drop on their enemy. These weren't cheap in the least, but Charlie considered them a necessary expenditure.

"Have any of the patrols sent any signals yet?" Charlie asks as he scans the nearby city rooftops.

"No sir, everything's going accordingly. Same as yesterday." Rennius states.

Charlie frowns, "I don't know how long we'll be able to keep this up... What if the enemy never returns-*Bang!*" he starts but is interrupted as a small explosion occurs in the distance. Instantly, all three knew what it meant. Each patrol had been given small parcels filled with black powder, that they needed to explode if they found the stranger.

Charlie grabs his staff and leads his two subordinates as they sprint towards the location. They hop over a couple of rooftops with the assistance of his magic, and eventually reach a rooftop overlooking the alleyway that had smoke drifting out from it.

It hadn't taken them long to get here, yet... The whole patrol had been wiped out, arrows littered the bodies, and a few of them had black scorch marks covering them, indicating that some kind of magic had been used. "D-damn! That was twenty men! How were they killed so quickly!?" Charlie mutters in disbelief.

"S-sir! Over there!" Rennius quietly exclaims, pointing over at the opposite rooftop where a shadow could be seen leaving.

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Michael sighs and rolls his shoulder after he fires an arrow at the last remaining man... This was the most people he'd fought at once, but with his upgraded Ether Shock, steadily improving archery, and a better understanding of ambushing and controlling the enemy. It hadn't been all that difficult.

They had tried to use some kind of makeshift grenade against him, but it missed him entirely and hit the wall below his position. The resulting smoke had obscured his sight slightly, but it wasn't enough to save their lives.

Still, it was loud enough to be a cause for concern, so he decided to quickly leave and find another patrol to get rid of... He still had around 70% of his mana left, so there was no reason to be overcautious... At least, that's what he thought...

"RIP CURRENT!" someone shouts from nowhere, causing water to rapidly form around Michael sweep him back towards the battlefield. The water was too strong for him to resist, so he's easily thrown from the rooftop and back into the alleyway where the D'argent corpses still sat.

He was around three stories up, so if he hit the ground he'd definitely die... He could Hex himself again, but that'd make him easy picking for whatever mage had attacked him. Instead, he draws his dagger and plunges it into the wall he was just about to bounce off of before plummeting, his rune enhanced strength allowing him to barely perforate the wall.

The tip of the blade snaps off almost instantly, but the remains of the blade dig in enough to allow him to slow his descent slightly... Despite his actions however, he was still moving too quickly to avoid injury...

"ICE SHARDS!" another shout sounds out, along with the faint sound of an arrow leaving a bow. Michael's barely able to throw himself from the wall as many dagger-like ice shards collide against the wall, leaving large divots that'd undoubtedly end his life. Along with an arrow that collides with the wall where he'd previously been, before deflecting off uselessly.

Michael plummets around fifteen feet and rolls as he lands, this alleviates a lot of the momentum, but a slight 'crack!' could be heard from the shoulder he'd rolled over. It wasn't broken or anything, but it'd definitely reduce his combat effectiveness...

Michael quickly gets up and runs to a nearby wall while looking up at the rooftop where his three enemies were standing. Each cloaked figure was strangely fuzzy in his vision, but he was easily able to identify their combat capabilities... A mage, archer, and spearman... "Fuck."


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Chương 54: Preshotted

Michael positions himself below the wall the trio were standing on to make it harder for the mage and archer, but it seems that they weren't all that bothered about it... The spearman leaps from the roof, and with a flick of the mage's staff, a small tornado forms underneath him to soften his fall.

"You. You have killed enough of our men, today is your turn!" the spearman shouts as he twirls his weapon and drops into a stance.

Michael tosses his bow and almost empty quiver to the side as he draws his sword, keeping one eye on the other two enemies that'd no doubt be assisting the spearman... "Wow, you've got a lot of guts fighting me three on one... Should I be impressed!?" he taunts, waiting for the spearman to reply so he can blast him with Ether shock.

"With your assassin-like tactics!? Don't make me lau-" "Ether shock!" the spearman is interrupted by Michael shout, causing many threads of ephemeral orange lightning to shoot from his extended finger.

Six threads blast out, one shooting towards the spearman while the rest head for the lifeless corpses nearby. Michael would have targeted the archer and mage, but they were too far out of his range to reliably hit... Plus, his position didn't help the matter.

"Ice Wall!" the mage shouts from above Michael, causing a 7ft wall of solid ice to form in front of the spearman, absorbing attack for him.

The lightning melts a large hole into the wall, mainly due to its composition of both fire and electricity, but it's nowhere near to breaching the sturdy magical structure.

Michael growls at his spell's failure, but has no time to complain as the spearman skillfully leaps over the ice-wall and delivers a price lunging stab towards him.

Michael dodges to the side to evade the strike, the spearman's weapon follows him like a heat-seeking missile, forcing him to block the tip of it with the flat of his blade.

"Fuck, OFF!" he shouts, pushing against the man with his rune enhanced strength and barely managing to overpower him. He forces the spearman back, but as soon as he attempts to cast another Ether shock, an arrow fires from above towards his head.

Michael barely hears it, but manages to lean to the side enough to avoid a fatal injury, instead, taking the arrow to his already injured left shoulder. "Arrgh!" he groans as the projectile punches straight through the limb. It actually penetrates completely through his shoulder, allowing the arrow tip to poke him in the ribs when he lowers his arm.

"This is bad, really fucking bad!" he mentally shouts, wishing that he had access to his Serpent Ward spell... Unfortunately, it was still on cooldown, and could only be used at noon tomorrow.

"Pirhanna Strike!" a shout from above him reminds him of the mage's presence. He leaps to the side, and again has to sidestep to avoid another arrow, all while keeping distance with the spearman to avoid another stab... Fortunately, the man seems to be keeping a distance while the mage fires his spell... Which is actually pretty bad when Michael considers it...

"Hex!" he shouts, transforming the spearman into a chicken and heading for him as the mage's spell pursues him like a sentient puddle with jaws.

"Four, three-" Michael counts as he approaches the chicken, the mage releases his spell to avoid hurting his companion, even while confused at the strange transformation spell he'd used, but this just allows Michael to time his strike perfectly.

"Two, one, STRIKE!" he shouts, swinging his blade at thin air where he expects the spearman to reappear once the hex spell ends. A puff of smoke signals the end of the spell, and a spurt of blood striking the ground next to it confirms that he'd struck his target.

An arrow passes by the smoke, barely skimming Michael's cheek and damaging his cloak and mask. This forces him to back up before he can confirm that the spearman was dead...

Unfortunately, his plan hadn't gone exactly as expected... Once the smoke clears, the spearman kneels on the ground clutching his cheek that had a deep gauge cut into it... It seems that the man had had time to barely avoid Michael's neck strike... What it skill? Planning? Or intuition?

Michael's hood falls backwards due to tear, and his makeshift bandana falls to the ground, revealing his face to his enemies...

"J-just a damned kid!?" the archer exclaims from the rooftop upon seeing his appearance.

"Who cares! Just kill him!" the mage states, knowing that Michael's age was actually a time limit for the D'argent... If Michael grew into the potential he'd displayed today, he'd undoubtedly become one of the most powerful mages on the continent... Not to mention the fact that all the magic he'd cast was wandless!

Michael wipes a stray tear from his face, the arrow in his arm causing immense pain with every movement. He can't remove it either, as he might just bleed out without immediate medical intervention.

Luckily, the spearman was in a similar state, the injury to his face was almost enough to completely cripple his jaw. "Yaou waoww pway fwar tha'" he manages to growl out as blood drips from his wound. The duo eyes each other for a second or two before rushing to clash again.

The spearman's weapon cuts for Michael's leg, but it's just a feint as he pulls back the strike with a spin and thrusts towards his neck instead.

Michael leans backwards far enough to almost impress a gymnast, but has his feet kicked out from under his. The spearmen raises his weapon up to finish him off, but Michael just points a finger at him and shouts, "ETHER SHOCK!"

With them so close, the mage is unable to react in time, allowing the full force of his magic to strike his opponent.

*ZZZZzzzzZZZ!*

Orange lightning bursts from his finger and bores many holes through the spearman, blasting him backwards with his body riddled with fatal injuries. "PRESOT NO! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" the archer screams, beginning to rapidly fire arrows at Michael. They weren't as accurate as before, but their quantity made up for their quality...


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