novelraw Chapter 62 Female Assassin
Chapter 62 Female Assassin
The idea of one person forming an army and sweeping away thousands only exists in fiction and fantasy. In reality, even an adult man would struggle to face three or more enemies of similar strength.
Two fists can't beat four hands. Even the most skilled expert can only retreat when faced with a dozen people rushing at him.
Despite resigning himself to his fate, Hino Harufumi was ultimately driven by his survival instinct. Taking advantage of his familiarity with the terrain and the first-strike advantage, he managed to take down several enemies and escape before they could react.
The pursuers showed Hino Harufumi the utmost respect, with dozens of men surrounding and intercepting him, and someone even fired a shot.
The bullet missed a vital organ.
The blood was washed into the ground by the rain, and the cold water not only took away the blood but also his body temperature.
At this point, Hino Harufumi could no longer make any expression; he was just a little regretful inside.
He knew he had no way to escape, so he figured he might as well wait to be executed and at least gain a respectable and loyal reputation.
However, after a while, Hino Harufumi realized that things seemed to have taken a turn for the better.
After the gunshots rang out, the number of pursuers decreased significantly.
Even in a country rife with organized crime, the sound of gunfire signifies something serious.
The sound of sirens echoed through the streets and alleys, and the underworld fell silent. He hid in an alley, and it seemed that the footsteps were gradually fading away, and no one was chasing him anymore.
Hino Harufumi quickly treated his wound, but before he could even catch his breath, a series of extremely light footsteps, mixed with rain, quietly approached him.
Hino Harufumi noticed something and suddenly looked up.
It was a thin figure dressed entirely in black, not particularly strong, but just by looking at the other person's posture and the way he held the knife, he knew that this was an expert, an expert in killing.
Such experts are rare in the underworld. The underworld may kill for money, but murder is not their main method. Assassins who specialize in killing techniques are rare in the underworld, and they are not cost-effective.
The core of the underworld's survival is face; they want to be high-profile and for everyone to know about them.
If sometimes they really want to make someone disappear quietly, but have to take drastic measures, they will choose to hire a servant.
"Who hired you?" Hino Harufumi asked, panting heavily.
The person didn't speak, but slowly approached.
Hino Harufumi had no doubt that if he relaxed even slightly, that knife would immediately slit his throat.
Normally, he would be absolutely confident of taking him down, but now he is injured.
All Hino Harufumi could hear was the sound of rain and the rapid beating of his heart; his strength was slowly draining from his body.
Am I going to die here?
pat, pat.
Several undisguised footsteps sounded from behind the assassin, just as the old saying goes, "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." The newcomer was also dressed in black, his face hidden under his robe and hat.
The two men in black stared at each other, knowing without exchanging a word that they were enemies.
Seeing this, Hino Harufumi understood that this newcomer had come to help him.
He got into position, ready to help, two against one, but the man waved him away, signaling him to leave.
"..." Hino Harufumi gave the two men in black a deep look, said nothing more, and turned to run away.
The man in black later was, of course, Akira Kirihara.
This is the result of his taking things one step at a time and seeing things unfold.
If he came here and saw a group of gangsters, he would turn around and leave without hesitation. But that won't happen. He knows the police's movements very well, so it's not hard to predict the gangsters' movements.
An enemy... an assassin, in Kirihara Akira's eyes, was not a big problem at all.
In the darkness, the two stared at each other. The man in black didn't even glance at Hino Harufumi as he left, because he dared not be distracted.
Just as Hino Harufumi commented on him, he had the same opinion of Kirihara Akira.
Professional, ruthless, and flawless.
In the end, he became anxious; he couldn't really let Hino Harufumi escape like this.
call!
The gaunt man raised the knife with a natural and smooth movement, without any unnecessary action, just like a blacksmith wielding a hammer, repeatedly hammering a piece of iron into a thin sheet. Iron is hammered into a sheet, and a knife can cut a person's throat. Both are actions that inevitably yield results.
His knife is that fast, that...unquestionable!
However, the knife was misaligned.
The instant he drew his sword, Kirihara Akira's hand reached out as if by chance, and just happened to push against the opponent's elbow, thus awkwardly stopping the natural sword swing.
The enemy reacted extremely quickly, without attempting to resist the force of Kirihara Akira's palm. Instead, he loosened his grip on the sword, letting it fall freely under the influence of gravity. Then, just as it began to fall, he grabbed the hilt with his other hand and changed his attack from a slash to a thrust, from bottom to top.
Kirihara Akira crossed her arms and pressed against his wrists, preventing the knife from advancing any further.
There is a saying that there are differences in the level of combat. In such a sharp battle where life and death are decided in a matter of seconds, the ability to react and counter each move is essential.
The enemy knew that his two offensives had been neutralized and contained, and that another attack might put him on the defensive. But he couldn't stop, because if he stopped, he would be the one to launch his own offensive.
Kirihara Akira blocked his upward-moving hand, so he changed his thrust to a press, trying to use the momentum to send the knife into Kirihara Akira's abdomen.
Kirihara Akira reacted even faster. As the sword changed trajectory, he pushed his crossed elbows forward, slamming the enemy against the wall.
The enemy's slender figure slammed into him, then bounced back, but he gripped the knife even tighter. As he prepared to counterattack, Kirihara Akira delivered a headbutt right in his face.
The two men clashed violently, but Kirihara Akira recovered faster, leaping forward and pinning him against the wall. The two men then struggled for control of the knife with their four hands.
Kirihara Akira's seemingly mutually destructive move was actually the optimal solution based on his assessment at the start of the battle—the assassin's physical strength was actually comparable to his own.
This is not boasting, but rather astonishment. It's hard to imagine that a killer with such skillful killing techniques could have physical abilities and strength similar to that of a high school student.
As a result, the enemy's experience was repeatedly suppressed and rendered useless in the face of Kirihara Akira's superior skills.
This situation occurred in Wuyuan Xiao's case because Wuyuan Xiao herself was a transmigrator who inherited the skills that Song Xinyuan had honed over half a lifetime.
And why does this phenomenon occur in the other person?
This question was quickly answered.
Tired of the pointless struggle, the opponent leaped into the air as if possessed, placing one leg on Kirihara Akira's hand. The weight of his entire body pressed Kirihara Akira's hands down, and he then turned the push into a whip, lashing towards Kirihara Akira's head.
Caught off guard, Kirihara Akira had no choice but to turn sideways to deflect the force of the whip kick, stumbling back several steps and nearly falling to the ground.
A look of astonishment appeared on Kirihara Akira's face beneath her hood.
The person fighting against him was actually a woman!