Chapter 586: Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted, the Assassin's Elegy!

When speaking of mice, one cannot but mention those who lurk in the gloom—the ones they call the lowly and insidious rats.

The people here refer to this continent as Nora, a name that signifies the land illuminated by light.

Yet in a distant realm, it is spoken of as "Sade," meaning the ruins of the immortals, and thus it is also called the Continent of Immortal Ruins.

When light illuminates the earth, it naturally brooks no presence of darkness.

But within this world, there still exist those who conceal themselves in the deepest shadows—the assassins.

The Brotherhood of the Underground Council trains the most notorious assassins of this continent; it was a byproduct born of the Elver Empire's fall. In the tongue of the Nora continent, Elver signifies the light after the rising of the dawn, and lore says it was once a realm bathed in sunshine, though now nothing remains but dim and sodden ruins.

Upon the broken, potholed streets, only scurrying rats can be seen, and the assassins who hide beneath the earth, engaging in the darkest of deeds, are just like these street rats; so long as coin is offered, they dare to undertake any shadowy affair, from the assassination of ministers to the slaying of order knights, and they are even entangled in various base works like theft and deception, earning the disdain of the majority.

It is said that the high-ranking members among them were once the imperial royalty of the fallen empire.

Of course, this is not to say that other realms lack warriors who ply the trade of assassination; they generally serve as scouts for reconnaissance within squads, and some are killers covertly nurtured by the great factions, but all in all, such people still do not bear a reputation as wretched as these assassin groups.

Thus, describing those few as pathetic rats was not merely literal, but also a base and low metaphor likened to those assassins.

Consequently, no sooner had the words been spoken than another burst of mockery echoed out.

To compare a person to those most contemptible rats was truly an infuriating matter.

Even the woman from the Golden Gryphon Knights, who was watching the match, could not help but knit her brows; the word could not help but remind her of certain recent events.

Seeing these few youngsters flushed with shame from the dressing-down, she could not help but shake her head; their inherent strength was inferior to their opponent's, and their state of mind had been disrupted by the opponent's words—there was almost no need to watch this battle further.

"What is it, you worthless cowards, are you coming all at once or one by one?" sneered the tall, thin youth named Tolfo, who was dressed in luxurious garb, with a hint of disdain.

"I..." The few of them looked at one another, their eyes filled with dismay.

These individuals possessed the foundations of great nobles; without even thinking, they knew they were simply no match for them.

"Tolfo and his lot... really did pick the weakest ones..." The instructor also frowned slightly, while shouting with a tinge of displeasure, "Begin, what are you lingering for? How do I usually teach you? Even when facing a powerful opponent, you must not lose your fighting spirit because of it!"

"Even when facing a powerful opponent, you must not lose your fighting spirit because of it...?"

"Avoid his sharp edge, then seek his weakness, and finally find any means that can be used to defeat him—that is the wisdom of the game..."

The two sets of words seemed to gradually overlap, and in his mind, that battle which had constantly hovered on the line between life and death gradually surfaced: the Tyrants, the Lickers... and those omnipresent zombies.

Rhon tightened his fist slightly: "Let me do it."

Tolfo's expression darkened slightly; he had not expected these cowards would actually have the nerve to step forward.

"Seeking death!" With a darkened face, Tolfo raised the wooden greatsword in his hand and slashed toward him!

His combat skills were evidently not low, his speed was incredibly fast, and his explosive power brought him before Rhon almost in an instant.

The woman nodded slightly; such speed and explosive force were indeed outstanding for this echelon and this age.

This blonde youth was clearly inferior in both talent and strength; though he possessed a bit of courage, it would pretty much end here.

Just as she was thinking this...

In the flash of a spark, the blonde youth suddenly shifted his stance, and the two crossed paths.

"He dodged it?!"

With three consecutive movements, he actually evaded the opponent's three sword strikes, and immediately after, he caught the opponent's wrist—an anti-joint lock!

Upon their astonished faces appeared a scene completely different from what they had anticipated.

It could be seen that this blonde youth's style of fighting was entirely different from Tolfo's; he did not employ any combat techniques, and his moves were not even destructive in the slightest!

If it were according to their style of fighting, after evading, one should turn around with a whirling slash to directly send the opponent flying.

But this blonde youth was entirely different; with a simple pull and a twist, using almost no force at all, Tolfo was seen wailing with his arm pinned, not even daring to strike back.

What kind of combat technique was this?!

"How is this possible?!" Tolfo's mind went completely blank, entirely failing to understand how the opponent had subdued him, but he understood one thing.

"I absolutely cannot make a fool of myself in a place like this!" He hurriedly cast a meaningful glance toward the silver-haired youth.

"Combat Technique: Wind Gale Strike!" At this moment, the silver-haired youth completely disregarded the prior agreement and charged directly with his sword.

The blade seemed to carry the roar of a fierce gale, and white air currents even appeared on the wooden greatsword—the product of condensed howling winds.

This was a combat technique, and the power of every combat technique was immensely vast; even at a low tier, it could cause powerful destruction.

"Quick, dodge!"

"Dodge?" A sneer appeared in the eyes of the silver-haired youth.

The advantage of a combat technique lay in the fact that it could only be broken by another combat technique; this was a fatal move that verged on perfection in attack, speed, and defense!

How could it possibly be dodged?

The instructor's face darkened slightly; if this sword struck, even if it was a wooden sword, it would at least break several of the blonde youth's ribs, and with bad luck, he might have to lie in bed for the rest of his life.

He was hesitating whether to intervene, and just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly saw the woman beside him stop him.

Immediately after, he saw that the youth actually shifted his steps and dodged sideways in the nick of time!

It was just like evading that punch from the Tyrant, whose speed and power were terrifyingly strong.

The howling of the gale brushed past his body.

The air current it stirred caused the youth to stumble.

"He... he dodged it?!"

"All... all together!"

Three against three, and in the next moment, Tolfo and his two companions were seen collapsing to the ground almost simultaneously!

The mouths of the few onlookers instantly formed an "O" shape.

"These people...!!??"

...

At the same time, Boss Fang sat in his shop, having just logged out of the game.

Suddenly, he saw that the system had actually issued a new quest.

New Quest: Nothing is true, everything is permitted

Quest Content: Sales of Resident Evil 2 in the new shop reach 800, and assassin players emerge

Quest Reward: The Assassin's Creed series unlocked