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Bu felt an overwhelming anger at this moment. Damn Ivan, he had already instructed him that if the Thieves Guild had any plans targeting him, they must report it immediately.
But this time, a powerful thief had come knocking at his door, and that damn foolish servant of his hadn’t conveyed any information at all. Was he trying to get him killed?
There was no time to think further. Bu spread his Mental Power within a radius of thirty feet around him. In such a narrow range, with the strength of his Mental Power covering it, his perception ability significantly increased.
He sensed the injury on his back; fortunately, it was just a broken rib. The wound from the stab had already stopped bleeding, and thanks to his strong recovery ability, it wasn’t too serious.
If he hadn’t stepped aside in time just now, he might have been stabbed through the heart.
And if the heart were pierced, Bu didn’t know whether he would die on the spot or survive with half his life left due to his recovery ability. He couldn’t afford to gamble with his life.
Looking ahead, there was no one around. Bu’s eyes were vigilant as he scanned the area. Aside from Locke cautiously approaching him along the wall, the courtyard was calm and showed no signs of the thief who had attacked him.
Bu found it quite troublesome. This hidden Fellow not only possessed great strength but was also exceptionally cautious. Despite having a power level higher than his own, he refused to confront him directly, making him a very dangerous Fellow.
Locke's figure slowly approached Bu but stopped when he was about five yards away.
He didn’t want to get too close and distract Bu Xin, giving the enemy an opportunity. Moreover, with his strength, joining this battle would likely result in him being killed instantly.
A gentle breeze blew, stirring Bu’s long hair and tickling his neck with its ends, but he dared not make any reckless movements.
His Mental Power was highly concentrated; he could feel even the slightest movement of air currents around him. However, it seemed that the thief who had attacked him had vanished without launching another assault.
Bu’s forehead was already beaded with fine sweat. His right hand gripped the longsword tightly, his palm slick with perspiration.
He felt two voices arguing incessantly in his heart. One voice said, "Relax, relax. The opponent has already left; you don't need to be so tense." The other voice insisted, "Stay alert! Can't you sense the murderous intent around you? Don't let the enemy discover any weakness."
Bu felt his patience wearing thin. He truly had a sense that perhaps the opponent had indeed left. After all, the Aldra Family's estate was heavily guarded, and even the most audacious thief would likely have some reservations.
Thinking this way, Bu's vigilance slightly diminished, but suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him.
Ambiguous, both real and fake.
In an instant, he had devised a solid plan.
"Locke, alright, we don't need to be too nervous. I think the enemy has probably retreated," Bu said as he stepped away from the corner with a carefree demeanor, smiling and waving at Locke.
"Master, wait! I just realized that the assassin targeting you is likely Benson, a traitor who has been wanted by the Thieves' Guild for years. He is an Intermediate Level thief with formidable strength."
Locke remained leaning against the wall, nervously gesturing for Bu to retreat back to the corner.
Bu Xin was shocked; the one trying to assassinate him was actually an Intermediate Level thief and a traitor of the Thieves' Guild. No wonder there had been no news from Ivan; it seemed he was also unaware.
Although the enemy was stronger than Bu had expected, he still did not intend to give up easily. Even if it was an Intermediate Level thief, so what? His base attributes were not inferior to those of the weakest Intermediate Level warrior. In a fight to the death, it was uncertain who would prevail.
Despite being prepared for a desperate battle, the show must go on; otherwise, how could he lure in his prey?
He immediately put on a nonchalant expression and shouted at Locke, "Hey, you cowardly fellow! You can stay there if you want; I'm going back to my room to tend to my wounds. Damn maggots daring to assassinate me! Tomorrow I must have Warren Earl send a team of guards to protect me."
The words were spoken in a rough and loud manner, with expressions on the face that perfectly matched, showcasing exceptional acting skills and giving off a sense of reckless boldness.
Locke had been following Bu for a long time. Seeing his master display such unusual behavior, he quickly realized that Bu must have a plan. He immediately felt relieved and cooperatively said, "Master, you should return to your room first. I'll carefully investigate the courtyard and report back to you once I confirm it's safe."
With a snort, Bu seemed too lazy to glance at Locke again as he strode toward the room, taking one step, two steps, three steps... four steps...
With each step taken, it felt like walking on a tightrope high above the ground. Bu's heart was tightly wound like a string; on the surface, he appeared carefree, but inside he was already on high alert.
On the seventeenth step, just as Bu's right foot landed and his body had yet to stabilize, even the dust kicked up by his foot had not yet settled.
Whoosh!!
A point of cold light suddenly flashed just an inch away from Bu's eyes, whistling as it came at him. The cold light grew brighter and larger before him.
Along with it came the figure of a middle-aged man wearing a half metal mask, holding a beam of light in his hand—a metallic gleam formed by the incredible speed of his weapon.
Fast, fast, fast!!! The speed reached its peak!
Bu's pupils dilated; at that moment, he felt a deadly threat looming over him. It was as if the air around him had thickened and wrapped around him, rendering him completely immobile. His hair stood on end, and sweat sprayed into the air without even hitting the ground before shattering into powder. Time seemed to freeze at that instant.
Only the sharp metallic light held by the masked middle-aged man pierced through the barriers of time and space in a straight line, lunging fiercely toward him!
Swish. The distance was too close; there was no time to dodge. The sharp cold light tore through the skin on Bu's left chest, rupturing blood vessels and slicing through muscle and fat tissue.
Death. True death.
In the next moment, Bu's Heart would be pierced directly.
He had ultimately been careless; his first-place finish in the second round of the Qualification Challenge had blinded him with glory, leading him to indulge in confidence about his own strength. It was only at this moment, when the threat of death loomed, and the hands of the Grim Reaper had gripped his throat, that he suddenly awakened.
"Ugh!!"
Bu let out a reluctant roar as his hands broke through the thick resistance of the air. For the first time, his movements matched the Speed of his thoughts, surpassing the limits of what he could achieve. The muscles in his hands rapidly convulsed, and ultimately, they could not withstand the strain and burst open, leaving his hands bloodied yet capable of a Speed far exceeding a 7-point Agility Value.
With a clang, the longsword in Bu's hand barely managed to block the lethal strike from the Masked Middle-Aged Man aimed at his chest.
A tremendous force spread from his chest throughout his body; Bu's Heart even paused for a moment under this violent impact. He coughed out a spray of blood, and his body was hurled away as if struck by a truck, crashing through several trees in the courtyard before falling to the ground.
The courtyard was in disarray, broken branches scattered everywhere, leaves swirling in chaos. Bu lay on the ground like a bloodied figure, with wounds on his back torn open again, blood flowing endlessly.
Benson's thoughts, which had remained calm until now, were shocked. He could hardly imagine that a mere Low-Level Fellow could withstand his strongest ambush attack.
This was already his second strike, yet he still had not managed to completely kill his opponent.
Lying on the ground, Bu felt an unusual heat throughout his body. He sensed that his blood had suddenly accelerated, flowing like molten magma within him, causing excruciating pain in his veins and arteries as if a fire were burning inside him.
Intense agony assaulted his pain receptors; he felt every cell in his body was extremely active, as if he were filled with surging power at this moment. This was the transformation granted by the skill Blood Baron.
Bu opened his blood-red eyes wide and slowly got up from the ground. A strong smell of blood spread around him, and the faint moonlight fell upon him. His two canine teeth suddenly elongated, looking extremely ferocious.
Benson stood frozen in place, somewhat dazed as he watched this scene unfold. "What is this thing? What strange Combat Skills is this?"
As he gazed at the bizarre transformation before him, the sinister figure across from him, with its blood-red eyes fixed on him, sent a chill down Benson's spine. This young man was truly too strange.
Despite being of Low-Level strength, he had repeatedly escaped from Benson's grasp, and now he was displaying such eerie Combat Skills, even more terrifying than the Plague Curse cast by a Necromancer. The entire person exuded an aura of malevolence.
Benson decided that this operation should come to an end. He had already lingered too long within the Aldra Family. Although he hadn't managed to kill his target, inflicting such severe injuries should satisfy his employer.
The main reason was that after failing to kill his target twice in a row, and now facing such an odd opponent, Benson no longer had the confidence he initially possessed. If he couldn't eliminate the target in a short time, once the guards of the Aldra Family were alerted, escaping would become quite troublesome.
Just as Benson's thoughts settled, a figure with a strong smell of blood swiftly approached with aggressive intent.
"Looking for death!" Benson seethed inwardly.
He suddenly slashed with a strangely shaped dagger from the air, Cold Light flashing as it aimed at Bu from an awkward angle.
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