Chapter 34 : Effective Education

In this stagnant time, the assassin holding the dagger pushed open the window and leisurely stepped into the room.

He slowly walked to Hitana’s bedside, looking down at that serene and beautiful sleeping face, sighing: “I don’t know what that gentleman is thinking, oh well… it has nothing to do with me.”

“As a return, I have to properly complete his task.”

“Farewell, little friend, it’s just a moment’s thing.”

The dagger reflecting the cold moonlight carried no mercy at all, stabbing straight toward Hitana’s neck.

Puff—

It was not the sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh, but the light sound of a down pillow being pierced.

The assassin’s brows slightly raised, his gaze falling on those suddenly opened dark red eyes.

Then he shifted his head, barely dodging this straight stab from Hitana, and his eyes also reflected the assassin’s blurred appearance.

Even without understanding anything, the intuition and talent from the bottom of her heart had already made power flow through the girl’s limbs.

The body that was originally in a resting and relaxed state instantly transmitted explosive power, under the seemingly delicate and soft skin, the neat and tight muscles pushed the gathered power from the waist and abdomen spine section by section toward the thighs, the soft and extremely tough limbs directly kicked toward the assassin’s sternum from an extremely tricky angle, under that immense force, it would not be exaggerated if the entire chest was kicked in.

But Hitana did not feel any feedback from the sole of her foot.

The young wolf’s red eyes instantly contracted to the limit, the intense phantom pain coming from her chest made her actively raise her arm to block before that dagger fell.

This time, the blade truly pierced through the girl’s flesh, no matter how much she tensed her muscles, that body she was proud of, which even wolf claws could hardly tear apart in an instant, was pierced in a moment.

“Bastard!”

The pain made Hitana roar in anger, she lifted her leg again for a diagonal kick, but undoubtedly kicked empty air.

However, this time she was obviously feigning an attack, the kick was not forceful, so it was easy to retract her leg, using all four limbs to jump up from the bed, finally escaping the extremely dangerous position of lying flat.

“This is really…” The assassin looked at Hitana who was covering her forearm in some surprise,

“Are you really just Crystal Ladder?”

“[Northern vulgar slang], who the hell are you!”

The short-haired disheveled Hitana had a face full of anger, her eyes fierce: “Here to avenge those two useless viscounts? Why not go find Hydra?”

“Hmm… about that.”

The assassin shrugged: “You can understand it as, I can’t beat him.”

At this moment, a certain string in Miss Young Wolf’s mind snapped.

“Your meaning is.” Her face twitched, her canine teeth revealing sharp tips, “I’m much easier to beat than him, is that it?”

The man directly laughed out loud: “Isn’t that—”

His figure appeared in front of Hitana the next moment, the blade that could cut iron like mud was like wind and light, sweeping toward Hitana’s throat!

“Obvious?”

Looking at Hitana who clumsily flipped backward, the assassin spread his hands in answer.

Hitana who flipped backward to avoid this strike had her hands and feet like a wild beast, four limbs on the ground, the low growl exhaled from her throat hot like fire.

She certainly knew that she was not as good as Hydra, far from that annoying, hypocritical, bastard Hydra.

Precisely because of this, precisely because that inexplicable and real resentment kept surging in her heart, Hitana felt genuinely angry at herself for being weaker than Anselm.

—That was a raging flame she herself did not understand, a chaotic thought forcing her, urging her to become strong quickly.

[I absolutely cannot be manipulated by him at will]

The longer she spent with Anselm, the more easily Hitana had such thoughts.

“So it’s a beast-like personality, with special talents in combat and intuition?”

The assassin casually tossed the dagger: “However, this isn’t any particularly rare ability, I don’t know why that gentleman values you so much.”

Warriors with beast intuition, are they rare?

Not rare at all, the genius assassin from the Order of Time did not know how many people who boasted of extraordinary combat talents had fallen to his blade.

“If it’s just this.” He yawned, lazily saying, “Then let’s end it.”

The man took a step forward and another, in the time that had suddenly stopped at some point, walking to Hitana’s front.

“Still using this posture to fight.” He sneered, “Really guh—!?”

Mr. Assassin felt as if he had been head-on collided by a frenzied wild boar.

Hitana, maintaining the four limbs on the ground state, suddenly charged forward in a tackle, her arms tightly strangling the assassin’s waist, her head raised high back!

“Go die for me!”

While her arms strangled with the terrifying force to break the assassin’s waist, the roaring Hitana directly headbutted, smashing into his abdomen, under this front and back pincer attack, the assassin’s lumbar vertebrae and internal organs were probably directly smashed to pieces!

But the fact was not so.

“Really… underestimated you.”

The man sighed like this, for some reason completely uninjured, he lifted his leg in a knee strike that brutally hit Hitana’s chin, making the girl spit out a spray of blood on the spot.

“Just four times, it should be just four attacks, right?” The assassin stepped back multiple steps, leaving Hitana a safe distance, surprisingly not pursuing further, “You saw through my spell? And even predicted how long I could stop?”

“This isn’t something intuition can achieve.”

“Peh!”

Hitana directly spat out a small piece of tongue tip, her mouth full of blood making her look extremely ferocious at this moment, no different from a fierce beast: “Still in the mood to chat with me?”

“Oh, this… animal miss, you need to distinguish me from ordinary assassins.”

The expensive and gorgeous dagger with sand flowing at the handle flipped at the assassin’s fingertips, he looked at the snow-haired girl whose pupils were somewhat twisted and deformed, while curious, explained to Hitana:

“I—”

Ka-bang—!

Hitana watched the assassin wave the dagger to easily cut apart the furniture she threw, her expression gloomy.

From the previous three assassination attempts, she read the assassin’s ability.

Time.

It was not speed so fast that she could not react at all, but… time that was frozen.

Because she noticed that strange sense of dislocation, every time she barely dodged the assassin’s attack, while brewing a counterattack, she was always observing the opponent’s condition.

The assassin’s attack and evasion of her counterattack had no sense of continuity at all.

It was as if… the middle process was cut off.

Hitana immediately realized that it was not the process being cut off, but that she could not observe the time when the assassin made movements.

In other words, that assassin froze her time.

If it were the previous Hitana, she absolutely would not have considered so much in a short time.

She would have immediately identified the opponent as an enemy with terrifyingly exaggerated physical abilities, because in her cognition, her own power was everything, unable to observe the opponent’s movements only meant one thing, the opponent was countless times faster than herself.

And this wrong direction would only bring wrong results.

But after today’s lesson ended, Hitana forcibly stopped on the path where her instinct was heading in the wrong direction.

Transcendent.

Mysterious, magnificent, complex transcendent, “absolutely not just fist and foot collisions” transcendent.

It was precisely because of Anselm’s serious and meticulous teaching that she thought about the opponent’s transcendent ability first, discovered the assassin’s abnormality, and with her talent, saw through the assassin’s ability in such a short time.

Hitana had to admit that she indeed needed to thank Anselm, although now she did not have that time.

As for that weird, almost perfectly timed action prediction, Hitana herself did not know what was going on.

She only felt that as blood kept surging into her throat, something in the center of her head seemed to be burning, as if there was a roaring voice echoing in her soul.

At some point, the wound on the girl’s arm had stopped bleeding.

Her eyes twisted and condensed, a colder and more barbaric will rising from the nearly beast-like pupils.

Like a wolf.

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