Chapter 115-114- Spell Hijacking
The killer's code name in Neon Nightmare is "Dead Drill". He belongs to the second-tier silver-medal killer and is the backbone of most of Neon Nightmare's assassination orders.
The reason for this code name is that as a genuine fourth-level wizard, he has long combined his own style and designed a set of exclusive techniques for himself with the sharp weapon "iron drill" as the core.
He called his unique magic "Drilling Technique", which pursues the ultimate speed and penetration. Although the range is not far, it is almost indestructible within the medium distance. Even the 80,000-level defensive spells of the same level, as long as the quality is lower than S-level, will be instantly penetrated by his iron drill, and the opponent will be killed instantly.
Of course, the attack with the axe technique just now did not break the silver-haired girl's defense, and was blocked by her hand.
However, Si Qian was not surprised, because this was not actually a fully prepared ambush. He was still following the trail to find Wuming, and Wuming appeared by himself. It was just an accidental encounter and a hasty attack. As long as Wuming had some real skills, it would be normal to be able to stop him.
And just now, through the red light flashing on the girl's body, he was able to roughly judge the level of the other party's defensive skills.
A high-quality defensive technique with "force field magic" as its core? It's a bit challenging... He sneered in his heart, lurking in the darkness, and quietly launched the technique.
Due to the special disguise, there was no rune ring when he activated the spell. It looked like a number of iron spikes flew out of his waist bag by themselves, lined up in several rows on his side, waiting for the opportunity to be launched.
On the muddy dirt road outside the woods, under the dim light of the street lamp, the silver-haired girl still stood there, bathing in the rain falling from the sky, as if unaware of the impending attack.
After waiting for a while and not hearing Deadshot explain what Neon Nightmare was, the girl said, "I really haven't heard of it."
The tone even sounded a bit frank, which made Si Qian want to laugh. He thought that with such a poor excuse and such an innocent look, Miss Wuming might not be a mercenary anymore and could switch to the entertainment industry.
It's a pity that there is no future, he thought, and then waved his hand forward, as if commanding soldiers, letting the iron rods move away and shoot towards her from different directions.
"Go to hell!" The dead needle whispered to himself, as if he had already seen the scene of the silver-haired girl being pierced through the heart by thousands of needles and dying in pain.
Like a torrential downpour of iron spikes, the silver-haired girl was struck. Dazzling red light flickered continuously, creating countless cracks. Within a few breaths, her high-quality defensive techniques were already crumbling, and she looked close to death.
But just when Si Qian thought he had completed the task, with the burst of red light, in an instant, another layer of defensive spell composed of countless red runes appeared on the silver-haired girl, protecting her from injury.
Another layer? Dead Thorn was surprised, but he didn't stop attacking. He still had two-thirds of the special iron spikes in his pocket, which was more than enough to take down this target.
He continued to control the iron rod to launch attacks, breaking one layer, then another. After shattering three layers of defense spells in succession, seeing that there was still a layer below, the Dead Rod's face finally changed.
He was running out of the special iron chisels necessary for his chisel magic!
Why hasn’t the other party fallen down yet?
What's going on with that strange red defensive spell? Why is there another layer after one layer is shattered? How many layers are there below?
As a professional assassin, Si Qian quickly realized something was amiss and considered backing out, though he felt a pang of pain. His iron rods had cost a lot of money, and now, like pouring out most of them, he'd lost more than he gained.
Cursing inwardly, Si Qian turned and tried to leave. He possessed a unique light and shadow magic that allowed him to blend into the darkness, making him impossible to distinguish with normal eyes. Using this technique, he always managed to escape unscathed, even if he failed, whenever he attacked at night.
But just as he turned and left without saying a word, a calm voice, like a female ghost, sounded faintly behind him: "You are here."
How did she find me?!
The dead sword was horrified and instinctively wanted to turn and fight back. However, due to years of using only sword techniques to assassinate, often striking and fleeing from a distance, rather than engaging the target head-on, his grasp of other techniques had become quite rusty. He waved his hand to unleash a long-unused "flame fist," but forgot to cast a physical strengthening technique. The silver-haired girl grabbed his wrist and gently twisted it, locking it behind his back, unable to move.
Then, without waiting for him to complete the spell, the silver-haired girl kicked him in the abdomen again, like kicking a stray dog on the side of the road, kicking him against a tree nearby, breaking the tree, which was not very thick to begin with, in half.
“Please… please spare my life… I’m just… doing things for money…” Silly Dan curled up on the ground like a shrimp and said in pain.
He had just cast a defensive spell on himself, but the girl's kick, which contained powerful wind magic, actually shattered his defensive spell in one go.
This was quite incredible. The only explanation was that the wind magic accompanying her kick was a large-scale spell of at least 60,000. Yet, for a spell of this magnitude, the performance was so simple and unpretentious, with little movement, no fuss, and low elemental fluctuations... Could it be that her control over the spell had reached a level of mastery?
How skilled does it take to do this?
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When she reached the position in front of the dead man, Yvette stopped.
The reason she had just stood there, enduring the barrage of attacks, wasn't to show off the impenetrable strength of her four layers of scarlet armor, but rather to use the traces of contact between the attacker and the iron bar to determine his exact location. Otherwise, even with the aid of light and shadow magic, even if she walked right up to the killer, she wouldn't be able to distinguish him from the surrounding darkness.
Now that the other party had revealed himself, it was much more convenient. She didn't rush to take action, but instead asked, "Who placed the order?"
"I... I don't know... The employer's identity is confidential, and I can only choose from the list the organization sends... I only know who to kill..." Si Qian said. Seeing Yvette narrow her eyes, he hurriedly added, "Everyone in this industry is like this... Otherwise, they can betray their employer's information at any time. Where will the credibility of the organization be?"
That makes some sense, but if you can't give anything, what's the point of having you? Yvette's eyes fell on the dead man, becoming even colder.
"I... I can buy my own life! Miss Wuming, what do you think?" Si Qian said quickly, "Otherwise, if I die, the organization will also target you, which is not a good thing for you, right?"
This is of course a lie.
For Neon Nightmare, if his killers die, they die. Being a killer is a job with a high mortality rate. If they die because of lack of strength, the organization has to help pay for it. Wouldn't Neon Nightmare have offended all the forces in the world long ago?
It would be better to say that as a killer organization, Neon Nightmare's business style is not only profit-driven, but also quite "cowardly". Only because Yvette is a lone ranger, she is allowed to become a target. If it were an executive of the eight major companies, most of the time, Neon Nightmare would not even accept the order.
"How much can you pay for your life?"
"50w... no, how about 1 million!" the killer said gritting his teeth.
"Only 1 million? Is that all your life is worth?"
"How much...how much do you want?"
"2 million."
"I... I need some time to raise funds, please wait for me..." Si Qian said gritting his teeth, seemingly having accepted the reality powerlessly, but in fact his mental strength had already been concentrated on a certain position on his thigh.
There, he secretly hid a specially made iron rod, his trump card. It was so powerful that it could even penetrate the magic defense of a fifth-level mage. He only needed to take advantage of the opponent's inattention and quietly connect with the magic...
He operated cautiously, his heart pounding. But just after a dozen seconds, when he finally connected the iron rod with the most concealed method, the next second, with a "pop", the iron rod suddenly moved forward and pierced his heart straight through.
"?!" Si Qian's eyes widened in surprise. He then noticed the calm expression on the silver-haired girl's face. He suddenly understood and said in disbelief, "You... hijacked... my technique..."
Yvette said nothing, indicating her agreement.
Si Qian trembled. As a hardened assassin, he was prepared for death on a mission, but he had never imagined it would be this way. He was a fourth-level mage, and having his spells hijacked silently was something he couldn't even imagine!
She was a fifth-level mage? But could a fifth-level mage allow him to be completely unaware of the kidnapping?
Could it be that she is actually six...
Thinking of this, Si Qian's eyes suddenly widened, thinking how could this be possible? A level six mage was a national treasure, how could he encounter one in such a desolate wilderness?
But the remaining life was not enough for him to continue thinking. With endless surprise and regret, the life in his eyes faded away and there was no movement.
(End of this chapter)
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