“This was quite entertaining.” Amidst the ruins of destruction, Ketal spoke cheerfully. He had observed how assassins fought, how they wielded their Aura, and how they maneuvered in battle. Each aspect had been intriguing to analyze.0

I even fought something similar to the Ten Thousand Blossom Rain, Ketal thought. The experience had been thoroughly satisfying. 0

As Ketal laughed in delight, the family head, his voice laced with resignation, spoke. “Just kill me, you monster.”0

From the very beginning, the family head knew that victory had never been an option. The moonlight provided just enough illumination to barely make out the surroundings. Even when focusing his Myst, his vision was not entirely clear—such was the darkness that enveloped them.1

Yet, in that pitch-black environment, the barbarian had precisely tracked hundreds of flying daggers, identified the perfect points of contact to deflect them, and executed his plan flawlessly.0

Ketal’s success had been absolute. Not a single tear marred his barbarian garb. It was as pristine as when he had first stepped into this place. His spatial awareness, reaction speed, and adaptability were beyond comprehension.0

This barbarian was a monster. Even...0