Assassination System

Dan stared at the semi-transparent barrier, instructing the System, a series of system notifications floated in the air.

[Name: Pseudo-Heaven Grade Dome of Protection]

[Effects: Protects everything inside from physical and Qi-based attacks. It could withstand an all-out attack from a Divine Soul Practitioner.]

[Health: 7,231,2669,000,000]

'Hmm, as expected, the erected barrier really is sturdy...' Since the barrier encompassed everything inside the region, yet the war only occurred at the Southern side, there were no traces of enemy around him.

The health bar of the barrier decreased at a good pace, but it would still take them six hours in dissipating the barrier. Staring at the fireworks at the southern side of the Region, Dan shrugged and tapped the barrier with his index finger.

As expected, his figure flew away and his finger even became numb because of the impact. However, this didn't falter his confidence as a smile lifted on his lips, "Since it doesn't allow anything foreign to touch it, what would happen if I try this?" He mumbled and walked closer to the barrier as he activated Flicker before jumping inside.

When the effects of Flicker dissipated, Dan found himself inside the enemy territory as a small excited smile lifted on his lips. Readying his weapons, the System constantly scanned the area around him as he entered Stealth and approached the vicinity of the Flag.

Meanwhile, at the main battle area, Caitlyn along with the members of the Tyrannical Jollibee Gang fiercely battered the barrier that surrounded their enemies while desperately raising their shields up against their attacks.

"Throw it at the same spot! As long as we can destroy their barrier, their lives are ours to take!" Caitlyn roared and everyone's morale surged to the peak as both of their hands swiftly hurled explosives one after another.

Atop the tower where the Flag of the Fierce Bulls Gang stood, a shadowy figure of a man stared at Caitlyn with desire burning within his eyes. Beside him, stood a man whose expression remained cold and indifferent.

"Karthus, when the barrier disappears, your turn will come so I hope you don't get that impatient..." The leader of the Fierce Bulls Gang, Fierce Blood said with a playful smile on his face.

Karthus beside him merely shrugged as he stared at the scene of numerous fireworks exploding before them. At this time, the Fierce Bulls Gang has completed their set of traps that they placed before the path that their enemy would take before they could reach the tower.

But what would they do if they reached the tower? Fierce Blood gave a vicious smile, 'With Karthus at my side, they will never be able to defeat us...' He crossed his arms together and continued on coldly observing the battlefield.

Little did he knew that someone had sneaked past the defenses that he placed and was now approaching the third line of defenses where people who carried Light Stones with them, stood.

Light Stones was a common commodity used by everyone in this world. Their main purpose was to provide light under the veil of the night. However, when Dan scanned it with the System, he found that the Light Stones that they held, had a simple formation that would detect any movements in a cone before the stones.

Hiding behind a wall, Dan gave a wry smile, 'It seems like I won't be able to enter the tower without spilling blood...'

Opening the System's Mini-map, Dan found that the red dots around him numbered at least fifteen people. Which means if he wanted to continue without being discovered, he needed to kill these fifteen people without leaving any traces and in the swiftest manner as possible.

Crouching there, Dan purchased another Desert Eagle. But this time, he bought a handgun with a Silencer attachment. Holding it with his right hand, he activated Stealth and pulled the trigger.

Puchi!

The man targeted by Dan's attack tumbled on the ground with a bloody hole in his forehead. Everyone around him quickly reacted, but before they could sound their whistles, Dan threw a Flash Grenade that exploded in the center, temporarily taking their eyesight and disorienting them in the process.

Seeing the group of headless flies that desperately waved their weapons around them, Dan shook his head and pounced at them, performing a dance of death which reaped their lives.

The whole ordeal only lasted for about thirty seconds and Dan quickly destroyed the booby traps that they placed under the soil. Re-entering Stealth, he moved towards the tower as a sense of imminent danger crept up his neck.

"Shit!"

He cursed and retreated backward, followed by a sharp pain in his neck, along with a thin line of blood that dripped down his chest.

A cold sweat run through his back, 'That was close...' Bending his knees, he calmed himself and stared at his enemy that suddenly appeared. The man before him looked like he was in his mid-twenties.

His figure looked skeletal and his expression looked as pale as paper but his eyes shone in a constant eerie light of crimson which intimidated the former.

Gritting his teeth, Dan knew that he was currently in the middle of a life and death battle. Any kind of distraction could possibly spell his death as he took a deep breath and entered a state of deep concentration.

The expression of the man flickered when he realized that the air that surrounded the young man before him, changed. At first, the young man gave an impression of a courageous yet foolish youth that dared to challenge his authority.

However, right now. He bitterly laughed when he found that the young man, now gave off a vibe of a dormant, ancient beast. A beast that should never be provoked lest you didn't want your life anymore.

But still, who was he? He was included in the Top 100s Demonic Rankings and the number of people that he killed in his entire lifetime could form a small mountain of corpses.

Gripping his dagger, he regained his calm before saying, "To think that someone could actually infiltrate the barrier that is formed by the Guardian Formation, itself..." A playful smile lifted on his lips, he was deeply interested in the techniques that the young man used in entering such a secure place.

'To think that I was unable to detect him until he killed these guys...' He shook his head and his fighting spirit, burned even fiercely than before.

On the other side, Dan who entered a state of deep concentration couldn't even bother about what his enemy said. Instead, his focus concentrated on his enemy's muscle and joints so that he could react at the same time that his enemy would move.

But this kind of technique placed a huge burden upon his mental strength and Dan knew that if he kept this up. He would only last thirty minutes before falling unconscious.

Tightening his grip, Dan knew that if he didn't do this, he would surely be taken out by his enemy that not only possessed higher cultivation and attributes than him but was also stronger when it comes to techniques.

The only way to defeat overwhelming strength was to combine everything that you have in order to take the smallest advantage as possible and exploit it as long as you can.

The two stared at each other in a standstill as a cold wind swept past their figures. The entire area turned colder and their minds disregarded the deafening commotion that occurred around them.

They entered a state where only the two of them, existed. And both of them knew that once the other lagged in concentration. It would be their moment of death.

"Hey, Karthus! What the hell are you doing there?" A voice of a man disrupted the equilibrium of the two. Karthus' concentration dissipated for a moment, and when he realized it, Dan had already reappeared before him with his dagger raised up in the air as he mumbled,

"Sudden Strike..."

A pitch-black light enveloped his dagger as Karthus hurriedly took his own dagger and clashed against Dan's attack.

Clang!

Sparks flew and Karthus' figure flew backward while Dan only staggered for about two steps before he stabilized himself. However, even though Karthus looked defeated from their exchange. The numbing sensation that spread on Dan's palm indicated that he clearly lost against his enemy as his expression, turned even more solemn than before.