The Return Of The God Level Assassin

BAI ZE wanted to cry inside the moment he read the announcement of the last watchtower being captured by their team. After the strategy meeting, it was decided that four of them would attack and capture the watchtowers. He was unfortunately assigned to the watchtower farthest from where their team appeared initially. And this was the result of that.

All the other three succeeded in their task while he was the only one who failed. He could already see how that girl Su Yuqi would mock him. Even that brat, Luo Jin, would definitely snicker at him. Maybe Luo Yan would even look at him with pity. Just imagining these scenarios, his heart was already crying frustrated tears.

When he landed on the ground, he couldn't help but let out that frustration by cursing loudly. "Shit."

Then his eyes met the gaze of the opposing player. The other was a Swordsman, as evidence of the sword he's holding. Their team had, of course, researched all the teams on their block. Which should naturally be done, considering that one wouldn't know which team they had to face during the qualifying matches. So, Bai Ze knew who this person was in front of him.

It was a player named 'Galahad', the captain of team Valor. Just by his game name and the name of his team, one could see that this person had huge interest on 'knights'. Look, even his costume right now was similar to that of a fantasy medieval knight.

He was a fairly known player that took second place on the Rookie Carnival the year before last. If not for the champion of that year, who was overwhelmingly good, and also a bit crazy, he would have won. Then, last year, he made team Valor and was steadily increasing the team's reputation.

Logically speaking, joining Arcadia Cup just a year after the team was established was not advisable. After all, the experience compared to other teams would definitely be much less. But the fact that he and his team still went through it could be worth of praise in a way. Because it meant they were gutsy enough to face this challenge.

Bai Ze liked this kind of attitude. But sadly, he couldn't fight carelessly just because he sympathized with them. Especially with the situation just now, with him being the only one who hadn't yet made any contribution.

He looked at the opponent with gleaming eyes. "You're the captain, right?"

If he defeated the opponent team's captain, it would be enough to make up for his failed attempt at capturing the east watchtower.

The captain of team Valor, Galahad, felt goosebumps when he heard that question. Especially when the other was looking at him as if he was prey. He instinctively activated his skill and attacked first. He felt like if he didn't and just stood there, he would really end up as this lion's prey.

Galahad sprung into action, launching a swift assault with his longsword. He executed a series of precise strikes, attempting to catch White Marsh off guard. The other, however, reacted with lightning speed, deflecting the onslaught with his gauntlet and shrugging off the attacks effortlessly.

White Marsh retaliated with a ferocious barrage of punches. Each blow landed with bone-crushing force, driving Galahad backward. If he didn't put the setting of pain resistance to zero, he might have already fallen because of the other's strong force.

Despite his best efforts to defend, Galahad struggled to withstand the overwhelming power behind the White Marsh's attacks.

Refusing to yield, he regained his composure and countered with a swift maneuver, utilizing his "Tempest Blade" skill.

It's dynamic and fluid sword technique that embodied a swordsman's agility and precision. When activated, the player entered a state of heightened focus and swiftness, seamlessly transitioning between strikes with very fast speed. Each swing of the blade created a whirlwind effect, as if summoning a tempest on the battlefield.

With deft footwork and precise strikes, Galahad aimed to find a gap in the White Marsh's defenses. The other, undeterred by his attack, absorbed the onslaught with his resilience, his gauntlet serving as an impenetrable barrier.

Realizing the need to change tactics, Galahad activated his "Phantom Strike" skill, disappearing from sight in a blur of movement. He reappeared behind White Marsh, delivering a surprise attack aimed at exploiting a momentary weakness. However, the other's instinctive reflexes allowed him to react just in time, narrowly blocking the strike with his gauntlet.

The other quickly put distance between them before he could follow up with his attack. He wanted to use the same skill again, but it had already entered cool down. Before he could think of his next attack, his opponent had already once again narrowed their distance.

White Marsh suddenly amplified his strength and speed, probably using a skill. His attacks intensified, becoming more relentless and devastating with each passing moment. Galahad, despite his best efforts, struggled to keep up with the other's series of attacks, his movements gradually growing sluggish.

This gave White Marsh the opportunity to channel his power into another strike. With a mighty swing of his gauntlet, he delivered a crushing blow that shattered the Galahad's defenses. The impact sent him flying away and sprawling to the ground, his grip on the longsword slipping away.

Bai Ze did not waste time to appreciate that last attack. He did not give the other a chance to heal himself using a potion or any similar item. In fact, the moment Galahad flew away, he had already activated a skill and rushed forward.

A bright red flame surrounded his gauntlet. Before Galahad could stand up, he had already pummeled the other's face with his flaming fist.

Galahad saw his HP decreasing in real time. Just before it turned completely into zero, a message from one of his two teammates, who were searching for the bandit leader's location, appeared in front of him.

[Captain, we have found the bandit leader!]

Just as he read that, his HP completely emptied out. And the last word he blurted out before slowly turning into light particles was;

"Shit."