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Chapter 277: 277:Blank’s Assassination 2

The knights then looked ahead and saw the battle of Duke Phillips vs the Assassin

Duke Phillips tightened his grip on the sword as the assassin stepped fully out of the shadows.

The man was tall and lean, his body wrapped in dark leather armor that absorbed light. A thin dagger rested loosely in his hand, yet the pressure coming from him was sharp and biting. Phillips exhaled slowly.

“So you’re the one meant to distract me,” he said, his voice calm but heavy.

The assassin tilted his head slightly. “An honor,” he replied coldly, and vanished.

Phillips moved instantly.

CLANG!

Steel met steel as the assassin reappeared at Phillips’ side, dagger slashing toward his ribs. Phillips twisted his waist and blocked with the flat of his blade, sparks flying between them. The assassin did not stop. He ducked low, rolled beneath Phillips’ swing, and stabbed upward.

Phillips kicked the ground and leapt back, the dagger barely grazing his armor.

The assassin clicked his tongue and rushed again.

Their weapons collided repeatedly, fast and brutal. Phillips’ sword strikes were heavy and direct, each swing carrying the force of years of training. The assassin, however, did not meet strength with strength. He slipped, twisted, and bent unnaturally, letting the blade pass within inches of his skin before striking back.

A dagger flashed toward Phillips’ throat.

Phillips turned his shoulder and slammed the assassin with the pommel of his sword.

BANG!

The assassin flew back, skidding across the stone path. He flipped mid-air and landed in a crouch, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Instead of anger, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

“Good,” he muttered. “You really are worth killing.”

He clapped his hands together lightly.

From the shadows around them, faint afterimages appeared. The assassin moved so fast it looked like there were three of him at once. Phillips’ eyes narrowed.

“So that’s your trick,” Phillips said.

The dagger came from the left. Another from the right.

Phillips stomped the ground.

BOOM!

Aura burst from his body, shattering the illusion. The real assassin was forced out, his body thrown backward by the shockwave.

Phillips did not waste the opening.

He surged forward, sword roaring through the air.

The assassin crossed his daggers to block.

CRACK!

The impact cracked the ground beneath their feet. The assassin’s arms trembled, bones screaming under the pressure. Phillips pressed down, muscles bulging, his expression fierce.

“You rely too much on tricks,” Phillips growled.

The assassin suddenly released one dagger, letting it fall. With his free hand, he grabbed Phillips’ wrist and twisted sharply. At the same time, his knee slammed into Phillips’ abdomen.

THUD!

Phillips grunted and staggered back, breaking contact. Blood trickled from his lips, but his eyes burned brighter.

“Dirty bastard,” he muttered.

The assassin laughed softly. “You noticed?”

They clashed again.

Phillips changed his stance, lowering his center of gravity. His sword style shifted, becoming tighter and more controlled. Each strike now aimed not to kill, but to cripple.

The assassin felt it.

For the first time, his smile faded.

Their fight tore through the estate outskirts. Trees were cut down, stone pillars shattered, and the ground split open with each heavy exchange. Finally, Phillips caught the assassin mid-step.

His sword slammed into the assassin’s shoulder.

CRACK!

The bone shattered.

The assassin screamed and leapt back, clutching his arm. Phillips raised his sword again, breathing hard, blood dripping from his armor.

“Fight’s over,” Phillips said coldly.

The assassin spat blood and laughed weakly.

“Not yet,” he whispered, and vanished into the shadows once more.

…

Emma stood alone on the other side of the estate, her robe fluttering violently as wind gathered around her.

Opposite her stood another assassin, shorter but broader, his movements heavy and grounded. His presence felt like a coiled beast waiting to strike.

“Mage,” he said mockingly. “Dont think you are invincible.”

“Once I manage to close the distance,it’s over for you.”

Emma’s eyes narrowed and she raised her hand.

CRACK!

Lightning tore through the air, striking the ground where the assassin stood. Stone exploded upward, but when the dust cleared, he was gone.

Emma spun around as a dagger flashed toward her neck.

WHOOSH!

A blade of compressed wind intercepted it, slicing the dagger cleanly in half. Emma stepped back, chanting under her breath.

The assassin appeared again, this time from above.

Emma slammed her staff into the ground.

BOOM!

A violent gust erupted outward, throwing the assassin into the air. Before he could recover, lightning wrapped around her arm like a living snake.

“Fall,” she commanded.

CRASH!

The bolt struck him mid-air, slamming him into the ground and carving a scorched crater.

The assassin coughed, smoke rising from his armor, but he forced himself up. His eyes were wild now, no longer calm.

“So this is a Master mage,” he growled.

He spread his arms.

Dark energy surged, and the shadows around him thickened. The light dimmed, and Emma felt pressure press against her chest.

She clenched her teeth.

Wind howled louder, forming rotating blades around her body. Lightning crackled, illuminating the darkness in violent flashes.

The assassin rushed her, ignoring defense.

Emma thrust her hand forward.

A storm answered.

Wind blades and lightning collided with the assassin in rapid succession. His armor shattered, blood spraying as his body was cut and burned again and again. Still, he pushed through, fueled by madness.

He reached her.

Emma’s eyes widened.

At the last second, she whispered a word.

The air froze.

A wall of compressed wind formed between them.

BANG!

The assassin crashed into it like a bird into glass. His body folded unnaturally, ribs snapping as he fell to the ground, unmoving.

Emma staggered slightly, breathing hard.

She looked down at the broken figure and lowered her hand.

“Fool,” she said softly. “You never stood a chance.”

Suddenly, one of the assassins smirked.

“Got you.”

Phillips’ heart dropped.

“NO!” he roared and turned sharply.

From a blind spot hidden beyond his sight, another figure burst out of the shadows. This assassin moved even faster, his aura far heavier.

He rushed straight toward the mansion, his dagger glowing with terrifying power.

“DAMN IT!” Phillips shouted.

Emma’s eyes widened. “There’s another Master rank!”

Her voice trembled for the first time.

“No,” she corrected herself as another presence appeared beside the first. “It’s two!”

Two terrifying auras surged forward, both aimed directly at the heart of the mansion.