dkrc Chapter 303 The Wind Demon's Mistake
Chapter 303 The Wind Demon's Mistake
Chapter 303 The Wind Demon's Mistake
A chilling killing intent, as cold as a deep, dark spring, seemed to pour down from the heavens, surging towards Hua Yu with boundless pressure and fierce power.
Just a minute or so after the spatial magic was cast, the mysterious assassin arrived silently like a ghost.
They came so quickly, are they eager to come and die?
Hua Yu's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint smile.
Immediately afterwards, he hugged the little boy in his arms tightly, and with a flash, he lightly shifted to the side.
He remained standing in mid-air, his posture upright like a pine tree, his expression calm and composed, as if this sudden crisis was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.
"brush!!!"
A sharp whistling sound!
Immediately afterwards, a gleaming meteor dagger fell sharply, crashing straight into the wide plaza below the Demon Tower.
In an instant, dust flew up, gravel flew everywhere, and the dagger pierced deep into the ground, creating a shocking hole in the bustling crowd.
Hua Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully examining the figure in a black hooded robe below through the billowing smoke and dust.
This person is the legendary craftsman.
A character who possesses unique dark matter, is born with shared abilities, and is capable of dominating among high-level mages.
Admittedly, this craftsman does have some skill, but so what?
His opponent ultimately chose the wrong person!
"Take me to that woman, and I might spare your life." The craftsman exuded an evil aura as he spoke to Hua Yu above him.
A large crowd of ordinary people had gathered around the Demon Tower, yet the lowly craftsman brazenly appeared there to carry out the assassination, completely disregarding the fact that the Southern Kingdom Tribunal was located right above him.
You should know how many experts exist within the entire Southern Magic Association and the Inquisition.
But in the eyes of the craftsman, killing Hua Yu would only take a few minutes, and there was no need to wait for those experts to arrive.
Hua Yu completely ignored the lowly craftsman, turned to look at the child in her arms with a smile, and said, "From now on, you must be a smart child, don't be as foolish as that uncle down there, understand?"
The little boy, who was initially terrified and somewhat disoriented, felt his fear dissipate almost entirely when he looked up and saw the smiling and incredibly kind older brother in front of him.
Although he was too young to fully understand the deeper meaning of his older brother's words, for some reason, he believed from the bottom of his heart that every word his older brother said was correct.
As for that strange-looking uncle below, he's definitely a complete idiot!
"You're courting death!" the craftsman said with a grim expression.
To be one of the four great craftsmen of the Assassin's Hall, to be ignored by a young man, is a great disgrace.
"Whoosh!"
The craftsman got to work.
In an instant, he disappeared into the crowd. The crowd could only faintly hear the sounds in the wind, but could not see the craftsman's location at all.
The next second, the once bright sky seemed to be shrouded by a huge black cloth, and quickly darkened.
The entire city seemed to be suddenly pushed into the pitch-black night by an invisible hand, and even the usually dazzling neon lights could not keep up with the darkening of the sky.
In this sudden darkness, a pair of eyes radiating a chilling light silently gazed at Hua Yu's back.
At the same time, two thick, powerful hands emerged from the darkness and gripped Hua Yu's legs tightly like iron clamps, rendering him unable to move an inch.
"Traitorous Shadow Seals the Throat!"
A cold, deep shout came from the shadows.
The craftsman, who had been hiding there all along, coldly called out the name of the move.
If even your shadow betrays you, then what is there left for you to believe in?
Behind Hua Yu, a sinister and eerie black shadow was quietly emerging.
The dark figure slowly extended a hand, holding a dagger that gleamed with a cold light, and without hesitation, thrust it straight at Hua Yu's vulnerable throat.
Seeing this, the craftsman's lips curled up slightly, forming a cold and cruel smile.
"Hmph, still too young. In the face of life and death, he didn't even have the slightest sense of vigilance," the craftsman sneered inwardly.
A gentle breeze rustled the hem of the black robe worn by the craftsman, creating a soft, whispering sound, as if providing accompaniment for the bloody massacre that was about to unfold.
However, the craftsman soon realized that something was wrong.
Where does the wind come from in one's own night-ruling domain?
"A Thousand-Foot Domain!"
"The Wind Demon Attends the Feast!"
A faint voice appeared in the craftsman's ear.
"Hehehe NN~,
The demon wielding a scythe arrived laughing as it rushed to the banquet prepared for it. Upon its appearance, it first glared at the shadow behind Hua Yu, scaring it away. Then, the huge scythe danced in the wind and finally slashed towards the neck of the lowly craftsman.
Same move!
The craftsman truly lived up to his reputation as a master of shadow magic; just as the scythe was about to pierce his skin, he...
It turned into a shadow and disappeared from the Wind Demon's sight.
This was the first time the Wind Demon had failed. It stared blankly at its scythe, as if it had witnessed an utterly unbelievable scene.
The next moment, the scythe actually swung towards it.
Cut in half at the waist!
The Wind Demon's body split in two in the darkness. It glared at the Craftsman with venomous eyes, then reluctantly embraced its broken body and disappeared.
Seeing this, Hua Yu was stunned, a look of bewilderment on his face.
"Interesting." Hua Yu then curled the corners of his mouth.
A master craftsman of the highest rank is someone that even many veteran mages in the Southern Kingdom cannot defeat.
Although the craftsman had not yet reached the Super Rank, his methods were indeed somewhat strange, living up to the reputation of the Four Craftsmen of the Assassin Hall.
"Clang!"
A giant axe fell from the sky, landing on Hua Yu's head and colliding with the spatial barrier, producing a loud bang.
The assassinations perpetrated by the lowly craftsman are far from over!
At this moment, Hua Yu's expression hardened slightly. He held the little boy in his right hand and gripped his left hand tightly.
"Spatial Rhythm. Compression!"
In an instant, the Black Axe Ghost Minister who had ambushed him from behind was reduced to pieces, his remains scattered across the sky.
"You bastard, get out here!"
Hua Yu shouted loudly, then pressed down with one hand.
In the darkness, as the craftsman prepared to launch the next assassination attempt, he suddenly felt an extremely strong pressure coming from his body.
"Bang!"
The craftsman slammed heavily onto the ground, the impact nearly shattering every bone in his body.
He looked up, puzzled, at the silver-haired youth slowly descending from mid-air, and said, "Impossible, how could you have detected me?"