At night, a small town is shrouded in flames of war.

Jenna leaned against the cold wall, tiptoed lightly into the dark alley, and kept getting closer according to the sounds coming from the street next to her.

One, two, three, four.

There were four of them, and two of them were still on the run from the Bowhunters. They were turning north, and among the pursuers there was someone with heavy footsteps, probably the leader.

Seeing the fire at the entrance of the alley getting brighter and brighter, Jenna held her breath and slowly pulled out the knife.

Suddenly, several mercenaries holding spears and halberds ran past. Her eyes narrowed, and then she took a step forward and leaped out.

The long knife drew an arc of light in the air, and two heads flew up directly, with blood like a column.

Without stopping, he walked past the two bodies that had not yet fallen, and stabbed the tall figure directly with the long knife.

Zi——

The long sword cut through the steel armor and pierced into it, making the mercenary leader feel a chill on his waist. He turned around angrily, and the halberd in his hand drew a fierce arc.

But Jenna dodged it quickly, and the sweeping attack also landed in the air.

"Is it you?"

Soon, the mercenary leader recognized the girl from before.

Jenna didn't waste any time in answering him. She knew that she didn't have much time left. Once the enemy's reinforcements arrived, she would have to escape like last time.

In silence, the long sword slashed at the man again.

But this time, things didn't go as smoothly as before. The mercenary captain might have been average in Sequence Level, but he was incredibly experienced. He used a minor injury on his arm to create a flaw and punched Jenna in the stomach.

The severe pain in her abdomen caused blood to flow from the corner of Jenna's mouth, and her internal organs felt as if they were burning on fire, but she still did not give up. She took advantage of this gap to chop down the remaining mercenary to prevent him from going out to report the news.

Then he gripped the long sword again, the magic power in the core flowing through his body and the blade, and a faint ice-blue light appeared in his pupils.

"Heh, it seems I underestimated you before." The mercenary captain locked the muscles around his waist to prevent blood loss, with a ferocious look on his face.

'Frost.'

Jenna muttered to herself as white frost gradually covered the blade and the wounds on her body felt cool. This was not healing, but a temporary cessation of bleeding.

She stepped heavily on the ground, and her body shot forward like an arrow. Just as the opponent was ready to sweep with a halberd, Jenna avoided the swinging halberd with an incredible move, and then the two sides crossed each other.

"How...how is this possible?"

The mercenary leader fell to his knees, a look of astonishment on his face, and then his eyes slowly lost their luster. To his death, he never understood why this girl had grown so quickly in just a few days of not seeing her.

Jenna, who had passed the man, also planted her long sword on the ground, breathing heavily, her face pale and bloodless. The action had been extremely taxing on the body, a desperate gamble. Fortunately, the mercenary leader didn't have any extraordinary trump cards, and he was ultimately killed.

After resting for a few seconds, Jenna, who had recovered her breath, stood up, picked up the long knife, turned around and looked at the mercenary leader lying in a pool of blood. His upper and lower body had been separated, and there was still white frost on the wound on his waist.

As students of Emenas, they are taught by world-class teachers. They are knowledgeable and may not have any particularly outstanding qualities, but it can also be said that they have few weaknesses and are more or less prepared with some life-threatening means to deal with critical situations.

These soft powers and underlying knowledge are difficult for many ordinary people to obtain.

"Rest in peace."

Jenna condensed the blood on the blade into ice chips and then threw them away. She put away the long knife and disappeared into the shadows of the street corner.

The first time she killed someone, the blood dyed her dark brown cloak red. Walking on the deserted street, she breathed the night air, her heart at peace.

There is no panic, disgust, etc. as outsiders say. Perhaps life itself likes fighting and killing.

She hopes that her hometown, this country, can be more normal and better.

But these people cannot be persuaded by reason, and they will also have to pay the price for their cruel behavior.

Killing and intimidation became the simplest and most brutal methods.

The girl walked on the increasingly dark streets, looking at the bright moon above her head.

In the house next door, a pair of young eyes watched the figure walking on the quiet street.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps approached from behind.

"Search, catch the murderer who killed the leader." There were bursts of shouts, accompanied by subtle discussions.

"But that man killed the boss. Can we defeat him?"

"Heh, even though he killed the leader, he must have been injured as well. If he truly wasn't afraid of us, he would have killed us all as well. Hiding now only proves he's not strong enough. If we don't kill him now, is he waiting for him to recover before taking revenge?"

The captain made a rigorous analysis, then urgently gathered everyone, divided them into teams of 30-40 people, blocked the streets, and searched one by one.

Although there are many streets and alleys in the town, there are only a few main exits. The group moved quickly towards the intersection.

Seeing this situation, Jenna also moved quickly, ready to break through the blockade.

The sound of a baby crying echoed over the house, followed by the mother's panicked voice of comforting her.

After hearing the sound, a team of mercenaries entered the narrow alley, looked around, and searched everything within their sight.

Jenna leaned against the back of a pillar, slowly recovering.

It seems that I have to take action again, she thought to herself.

The mercenaries did not notice Jenna, their attention was attracted by the crying baby. They walked to the room, knocked on the door and threatened the people inside to open it, saying that they needed to enter the house to search.

Frightened explanations came from the house, followed by the sound of the door being broken, the man's explanations, the woman's crying, and the mercenaries' laughter and threats.

A nimble figure turned back under the moonlight, and a cold light suddenly flashed under the dark cloak, directly cutting through the two standing mercenaries.

Jenna rushed into the house, and before the people inside could react, another flash of a knife appeared, directly chopping down several people.

"It's you." The team leader was surprised to recognize the figure in the firelight. Even though the face was covered, the long sword and figure still reminded him of the girl he met in the village before.

Jenna didn't answer, but her hands moved faster.

"No! I surrender, don't kill me, please-" Before he could finish his words, the knife flashed, and he fell down holding his throat. He struggled on the ground for a moment, and then stopped moving.

The only people left in the house were the blood-stained girl and the young couple holding the child.

"This..." Looking at the fallen mercenary, the couple took a few steps back in fear with a look of horror on their faces.

Jenna threw out a wallet and said, "Let's get out of here."

"But, where can we go if we leave here? It's like this everywhere now." The man said with a slight stutter.

Jenna took a deep breath and took the wallet back.

"I see."

Soon after, more sounds of swords clashing and panicked fleeing were heard on the moonlit streets.