I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

That's certainly an idea, but putting it into practice would probably be very difficult. Even if they managed to save their lives, they'd likely end up paralyzed or mentally disabled.

It's a bit of a pity, because my major is gem magic, and my knowledge of magic anatomy is still somewhat lacking. Otherwise, I could have tried dissecting his brain tissue.

Suppressing the urge to try it himself, Rin sighed and put down the scalpel. Turning around, he saw Wuming standing in the doorway, looking at him with a subtle expression.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? Is there a problem?"

Rin said to Wuming in an annoyed tone.

"It's nothing..."

Wuming forced a smile, his eyes glancing at the sleeping sorcerer, as well as the long needles that Rin and the believer had pierced into the sorcerer's brain. His expression grew increasingly subtle.

"However, sometimes Rin is really terrifying. Even though we know our purposes are different, she does seem just as terrifying as a traditional magician."

Wuming lowered his voice as he uttered the last exclamation. Rin, who was trying to test the fluctuations of the spellcaster's brain, looked up with some curiosity, only to find Wuming looking elsewhere. She then lowered her head again and continued to study the spell with a frown.

"This fluctuation, hmm, is it a virtual type of curse? No, not entirely, could it also be a combination of imprints? No, imprints can't be used in this kind of place, the precision is too high and it's not worth it..."

Rin, feeling quite troubled as she pondered the type of spell buried deep within the sorcerer's mind, rubbed her head. Suddenly, a hand reached up from behind her.

"Unnamed?"

She turned around with some confusion, only to find Wuming winking at her from behind.

"Bang—crash!"

A barely perceptible gunshot rang out from afar, accompanied by the sudden shattering of a small window in the interrogation room near the ceiling. A bullet, like a phantom, flew into the room and hurtled towards the sorcerer's head.

The next moment, Wuming stepped forward, reached out, and grabbed the incoming bullet, removing it and crushing it to pieces.

"A brilliant assassination, but unfortunately the timing was wrong."

Wuming smiled and said to Lin and the believer beside him:

"Their target is this sorcerer. It seems they're likely working together to silence him. Protect him, I'll go after them."

As he spoke, Wuming's figure disappeared from the house and appeared on the roof of the Sixth Group's branch building.

Directly in his line of sight, in a slightly shorter building, the assassin who had fired the shot earlier was clearly visible to him.

The suit is jet black, consisting mainly of armor and flexible protective gear covering the entire body. It has two swords hanging on its back and a metallic mask covering its head, with only the area around the eyes covered by glass. The mask itself is half red and half black.

Is it really this person?

Wuming narrowed his eyes and retrieved information about the person in front of him from his memory.

Codenamed "Deathstroke," real name unknown, he is one of the most notorious and powerful mercenary assassins in the underworld. He possesses top-tier A-level hand-to-hand combat skills and extremely high physical strength. He is also proficient in various cold and firearms, and a calm and ruthless tactician. Even more terrifying is his incredibly powerful healing ability, allowing him to rapidly heal wounds and making him exceptionally capable of sustained combat. He is a well-rounded powerhouse.

Hiring an assassin of this caliber is no easy task.

With a chanted incantation, two swords, one black and one white, appeared in Wuming's hands. He leaped lightly and vanished into thin air. The next moment, he appeared directly behind the man named Deathstroke and slashed down. Unexpectedly, the man swiftly dodged, discarding his sniper rifle and drawing a blade from his back, blocking Wuming's attack.

"Are you 'Archer'?"

Deathstroke spoke with a hint of surprise, but his hands moved swiftly, forcefully deflecting Wuming's slash, turning to draw another sword and bringing it down on Wuming. Wuming, using the force of the deflection, leaped backward, dodging the follow-up attack.

"I remember you. A few years ago, you were always above me on the assassin list," Deathstroke said in the tone of a slightly aged, mature old man, brandishing his twin swords a few times as he looked at Nameless standing opposite him. "I didn't expect that after you left that line of work, you would become a policeman?"

“To be precise, I was just helping out there,” Wu Ming laughed, raising the blade in his hand. “Maintaining public order and stability is too tiring for me, and the salary and vacation issues are too much of a problem. It’s really not suitable for me.”

The next second, the two men wielding twin swords charged at each other amidst the flashing blades, and the fierce clash of their blades echoed across the rooftop of the building.

……

"What's wrong, Miss Remilia? Is there something outside?"

Meanwhile, in the same residential complex where Li Cheng lived, Remilia, who was sitting on the sofa, sipping pastries and tea, suddenly turned to look out the window. Li Cheng, who was playing Ludo with Shio, noticed Remilia's unusual behavior and, feeling a little strange, couldn't help but ask her a question.

"Something's coming..."

Remilia spoke softly, her expression gradually becoming serious.

Li Cheng patted tide's head, signaling her not to run around, then got up and walked to the window to look outside.

The street outside the window appeared perfectly normal, with only a few pedestrians and bright, warm streetlights; nothing seemed amiss. Moreover, to prevent a second attack, Kiritsugu Emiya had men stationed on the third floor of an uninhabited building, keeping watch on the surroundings. If there truly were an attack, it would be impossible for them not to notice.

After observing more carefully, Li Cheng confirmed that there were indeed no strange noises around him.

Is Miss Remilia nervous? I've been looking for so long and haven't noticed anything unusual. Oh well, I'll just send a message to Emiya and tell him to keep an eye out.

Thinking this, Li Cheng took a step back, preparing to turn around and grab the communicator.

The next moment, an extreme sense of crisis, accompanied by a chill, pounded in Li Cheng's heart. Before he could turn around, he only heard a mournful sigh, and a long, slender blade, shimmering with pale flames, pierced through the window glass and directly through Li Cheng's body.

Blood splattered.

…………

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Chapter 155, Section 155: The Clash in the Dark

A violent purple light, accompanied by orange-red flames from a fierce explosion, shattered the once peaceful second floor of the apartment building.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a shadow passed through the blasted wall on the second floor, extending a slender arm towards Remilia, who was momentarily stunned and unable to react on the sofa.

"Hey, don't ignore me. Or do you think you can take down an A-rank expert with just one strike?"

Li Cheng's voice, tinged with anger, rang out beside the figure. At the same time, tide suddenly darted to Remilia's side, grabbed her arm, and pulled her aside, dodging the outstretched arm.

The next moment, a punch, imbued with all its might, pierced through the sand and dust, slamming heavily into the figure. With a deafening sonic boom, it sent the opponent flying out of the house, crashing through the wall and landing on the ground.

"Cheng, are you alright?"

Kiritsugu Emiya shouted from upstairs, followed by a series of gunshots.

"It's alright, at least I won't die."

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Li Cheng looked at the penetrating wound on his chest and abdomen through the shards of window glass on the ground. He could even see the clock behind him directly from the wound. A slight breeze made it feel a little cold, which felt very eerie.

"That was a really vicious slash, buddy."

With a sigh, purple demonic energy surged from his hand, enveloping the wound, which healed completely in no time. However, the newly grown flesh was noticeably different in color from the rest of the wound, and the hole in his clothes was not properly repaired.

"Although I know they won't give up easily if they don't achieve their goal, this guy who came this time is just too aggressive..."

After stretching his shoulders, Li Cheng told Xi and Remilia to hide in the bedroom. He then jumped down from the upper floor, simultaneously warning Emiya Kiritsugu over the communicator that the attackers were unusually strong. Landing on his feet, Li Cheng looked up and examined the attacker's appearance.

At first glance, Li Cheng's pupils constricted slightly.

It was a woman, or at least, in terms of physical appearance, it still somewhat resembled a woman.

Standing at least four meters tall, even prone on the ground, the other person was clearly a head taller than Li Cheng. Their long, withered limbs were thin, almost skin and bones, their skin covered in rotting marks and various wounds and scars. A purplish-black light flowed beneath their skin like water, emanating an extremely ominous aura. Even more striking was their head, riddled with pustules, as if many insect eggs had infested their brain. Their eyes were clearly completely rotten, their lips had been cut off, and their stark white teeth were exposed to the air, a horribly grotesque sight.

"Who came up with this disgusting idea?"

Frowning, Li Cheng cautiously took a step back, his pupils fixed on the blade in his opponent's hand, a blade over two meters long. It was this very blade that had just given him a true taste of what it meant to feel a chill run through him.

"Oh, oh oh—"

He unconsciously let out a few low moans, and only then did Li Cheng confirm that the other person was female. But the next moment, he had to roll awkwardly to dodge a sudden and swift attack.

This guy's speed... is that fast?!

In just a moment of distraction, he was charged forward at an unimaginable speed. Even with his best efforts to dodge, a shallow tear was ripped in Li Cheng's clothes at the chest. A sharp pain followed, and the blood quickly soaked through his clothes.

Is it a type that primarily uses high-speed attacks and sharp weapons to inflict damage? That's a bit tricky.

Taking a deep breath, Li Cheng gradually focused his mind, and the purple demonic power silently permeated his entire body, comprehensively enhancing his strength. Taking a step back, Li Cheng slightly bent over, assuming a defensive posture, and carefully observed the strange and enormous monster before him.

Then, right before Li Cheng's eyes, the slender monster vanished into thin air without a sound or a sound.

Li Cheng was stunned. He hadn't sensed any fluctuations in magic power, yet the other party had indeed vanished. Immediately afterward, an extremely strong sense of crisis washed over him. Instinctively, Li Cheng dodged to the side, and with a loud bang, the ground where he had been standing was shattered.

Invisibility ability?

A fierce gust of wind swept past him, and Li Cheng quickly retreated several steps, the ground in front of him shattering in a series of blows. Before his opponent could continue the pursuit, Li Cheng condensed an energy blast in his hand and fired it directly forward. A bright purple light instantly erupted onto the ground of the residential area. The invisible monster then appeared to Li Cheng's left, swinging its long sword and slashing down.

He stretched out his hand, and the realm of gathering and dispersing naturally unfolded in his palm. The surrounding dust and rubble coalesced into a shield, blocking Li Cheng's path. The heavy blade pierced through the large shield, almost striking Li Cheng's nose. The next moment, the large shield shattered, transforming into sharp blades that stabbed at the monster on the other side of the shield. Li Cheng heard several female screams, knowing that the attack had been effective.

Then he was struck by a gust of wind and sent flying into the air.

The monster's blade unleashed a violent storm. It roared and swung its blade with all its might, the gale shattering the flowers, trees, walls, and gates of the neighborhood into dust. Then it leaped high into the air and slashed down at Li Cheng, who was in mid-air.

"boom!"

A grenade exploded on its body. Amidst screams, Kiritsugu Emiya, standing on the third-floor windowsill, calmly ejected a spent cartridge and reloaded. Meanwhile, Li Cheng vanished into a black rift in mid-air, reappearing a moment above the monster's head. He exerted all his strength, slamming directly into the monster's body. With a deafening roar, the two crashed into the ground, creating a deep crater.

……

Meanwhile, on the top floor of a building, the sounds of fierce swords clashing were constantly erupting.

Two figures, one in black and one in red, approached, chased, collided, and separated at incredible speed. Each clash of blades produced a violent explosion of sparks, and the ground cracked and shattered under the impact of their combined forces, sending debris flying through the air.

Wielding his blade, Wuming unleashed a series of thrusts, slashes, and diagonal cuts, his figure like a phantom, constantly launching high-speed attacks. Opposite him, the man completely encased in armor continuously parried Wuming's attacks while searching for an opportunity to counterattack.

With a single cut, a long, bloody gash was drawn across his waist from the slant.

Another cut, slicing through the gap in the joint, slicing out a piece of flesh.

Between the top floors of this high-rise building, bloodstains were scattered everywhere, all from the man opposite, known as "Death Knell." In the less than twenty minutes of their previous exchange, Wuming had left many wounds on his opponent. However, it had no effect; in just a short while, all the wounds on his opponent's body had disappeared without a trace, and he remained energetic and showed no signs of fatigue.

As an A-level individual, he is indeed very powerful, and he also possesses such a highly practical superpower. No wonder he ranks so high on the assassin list.

With a double slash, magic instantly intensified between the muscles of his arms. Wuming cleaved Deathstroke, who was standing in front of him, more than ten meters away. Then, his body sank slightly, preparing for the next attack.

However, compared to myself, I still have some shortcomings.

The next moment, the twin blades flew high into the air, and Nameless's body leaped up as well. Two more blades flew out, bringing the total number of blades—six in total—towards the falling blades. They instantly pierced through Deathstroke's joints, pinning him to the ground.

"Checkmate."

Wu Ming plunged the twin blades in his hand into the other's shoulder, stood up, and said coldly.

"Cough cough, you're actually that powerful? No wonder you have such a great reputation. It seems I've met my match this time."

With a light cough, Deathstroke's steady voice rang out from behind his mask. He seemed to be calmly accepting his defeat and offered no further resistance.

"Although I doubt you'd tell me, I'll ask anyway as a matter of procedure: Who exactly is your employer?"