Suddenly, the heavy scythe shattered in Theron’s hands. Water spurted in the surrounding, sparkling like drops of golden dew beneath the rays of sunlight.
“[Water Prison].”
Theron spoke in an ancient language, focusing his mind. He wasn’t familiar enough with this new method yet, but even if he was, he still might speak like this to cast faster.
There was a shift in the air just as the sword approached his back, but then the [Water Scythe] enveloped them both, trapping the two in a sphere of rotating water.
Theron leaned to one side, his speed accelerating as the water slowed the assassin.
He was just fast enough, and she had become just slow enough, that the thin blade entered his shoulder.
Theron didn’t so much as flinch. In fact, he pressed forward, allowing the blade to enter his body and exit from the other side.
The Silver Assassin tried to move out of the way, only to find her movements so suffocated that she could hardly kick out a leg.
Theron, by comparison, was like a fish in water. Ignoring the wound in his shoulder, he grabbed her wrist. Grabbing a handful of hair with his other hand, he drove a knee up.
BANG!
A jet of water kicked out a pillar from the top of the [Water Prison], the force of Theron’s blow, backed by heavy waters, causing a shift and tide that smashed her face to pieces.
Teeth scattered, her nose flattened, and her skull suffered several fractures. Had Theron been at Silver Mancy, he would have certainly killed her with that single blow.
But now, it hardly seemed necessary.
Reaching forward, he ripped open her robes.
Nothing? No.’ His eyes sharpened and a concentrated stream of water pierced just above the Silver Assassin’s breast. There was a shudder and then a formation of sorts collapsed. ’I see. She really is from Daggers of the Night. I doubt she is from my branch, she must be from another
Theron had all the information on Bronze Assassins, but Silver Assassins and above eluded him.
While he couldn’t confirm with 100% certainty, he could speculate. The odds his branch would approve a mission to go after him were unlikely.
But then again… the odds that any branch would be going after him were low. So why was this woman here?
’Her killing intent wasn’t truly aimed at me, now that I think about it. It was so faint that it was more of an odor from her previous experience. She wasn’t trying to kill me, she was tailing me to… see what I was up to? Maybe wait for an opportunity?’
Theron’s eyes flickered.
He was on a mission for the Thistles right now, technically. The fact that Daggers of the Night would try to tail him wasn’t too much of a surprise if he thought of it from that perspective.
But in that case, whether he killed this woman or not, the road ahead would be more troublesome.
Still, he felt like he was missing something. Could she be after something else?
While it made sense for Daggers of the Night to appear here for that reason, it still felt…
Unlikely.
His gut was telling him they wouldn’t bother to do this. They had enough eyes in the Sect itself in all likelihood. Why bother doing things this way?
There was a flash in Theron’s eyes.
’Beifong? Did the Patriarch solicit the help of more branches than just one? But why? Wasn’t he friends with the old man?’
The existence of the Black Limbo Tortoise Beast Core told Theron one very important thing… The Patriarch was anything but a kind man no matter how nice his smile was. ŘâƝО฿Ęṣ
But what could he be playing at by contacting two branches? Wouldn’t the old man know?
And if the old man wouldn’t know about this, was there a way for him to take advantage of that?
As things stood right now, the addition of the old man to Theron’s plans made some things more convenient, but also added another worry.
If Theron took a step back, and assumed that it really was the Patriarch that contacted another branch, the fact that said branch thought it best to send a Silver Mancer, while Theron himself had been sent at the Eighth Resonance, seemed to detail the fact the old man preferred him dead for whatever reason.
There was certainly more than one example of this, but this couldn’t be considered one of the most blatant.
Not only was the old man a variable, he was also seemingly hostile for reasons Theron didn’t quite understand.
Theron’s eyes refocused to find a chilling pair of amber eyes staring back at him. The Silver Assassin didn’t seem to care that a part of her chest was exposed at all. If nothing else, she had the disposition of a true assassin.
Even in disbelief that she had lost to a Bronze Mancer, she hardly showed it.
Knowing that she was trapped in Theron’s Water Prison, she could only hope that his Mana ran out sooner rather than later. If he was foolish enough to try to rape her, even better. She had lost count of the number of men she had killed in such a way.
But unexpectedly, the [Water Prison] they were in suddenly burst.
The moment she hit the ground, she took a deep breath and was ready to attack again, only to find that they were still enveloped by walls of water.
Her pupils constricted.
How could a Bronze Mancer possibly control this much Water Mana? It didn’t make any sense.
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“You are from Daggers of the Night,” Theron said as a statement rather than a question.
The woman didn’t answer.
“You came for Beifong’s things.”
There was only the slightest flicker in her eyes, but Theron picked up on it. He could even feel the prickling of her skin through his Immortal Jellyfish Echo.
“What would you do if I just gave them to you?”
Theron pulled out a booklet and a jade.