Chapter 41: One Against Two, No Pressure!
Yuan Si wasted no words; two figures moved simultaneously, tracing a beautiful afterimage across the arena in an instant.
Lin Han activated his God’s Eye, carefully observing their movements, determined not to give his opponent any opportunity.
“Lin Han, can you guess which one is me?” One figure appeared before Lin Han, while the other emerged behind him. Two daggers gleamed brightly under the moonlight.
In such a situation, an ordinary person could only make a single choice: they’d have to focus all their strength on one side, either front or back.
But Lin Han surged forward without hesitation, his fist smashing into the afterimage, which shattered instantly!
Behind him, Yuan Si, already clutching a dagger, lunged straight for Lin Han’s throat!
He was intent on killing now.
This priest had utterly humiliated him. As a dignified second-tier assassin, he had been forced to use such a move by a priest of no renown.
Most importantly, the opponent was just a priest!
Kill him!
Even if he faced condemnation, even if he lost his place in the academy, so be it!
But reality was far from what he expected. The moment Lin Han realized the figure in front was an illusion, he ducked and punched in one seamless flow!
Even Yuan Si, who had always followed behind, didn’t react in time. A violent pain erupted in his abdomen, as if his internal organs were twisted together.
Such terrifying reflexes and decisiveness!
Even though the referee had witnessed many spectacular battles from Lin Han, every time this newcomer managed to astonish him anew.
Normally, after striking the afterimage, most would simply utter, “It’s over,” and give up struggling.
But Lin Han immediately judged where his opponent would attack, dodged the dagger, and counterattacked in one flawless sequence.
If this wasn’t absolute dominance in strength, then it could only be the result of countless life-and-death battles, granting such experience.
Yet this young man before him—neither possibility seemed to fit!
A second-tier priest!
Frankly, that was just a healer.
Rich combat experience? Impossible. This kid looked like one of the newly awakened students in this batch.
In such a short time, all he could have done was level up in the beginner’s zone—what experience could that offer?
Could it be talent?
After all, many people possess overwhelming innate abilities; some are simply born for battle, with capabilities beyond the reach of ordinary folk.
To the referee, Lin Han belonged to this category.
Perhaps even the heavens envied his talent, which is why he awakened as a priest!
At this thought, the referee felt a pang of sympathy for Lin Han.
…
“Are we done yet? I need to hurry home for dinner!” Lin Han strolled across the arena, unwilling to let this kid off so easily. During Wang Qiang’s previous duel, Yuan Si had humiliated him plenty, even uttering things too shameful to recount.
Wang Qiang was his best friend, so naturally Lin Han intended to regain his brother’s honor.
“Lin Han, don’t get cocky. I haven’t fallen yet!” Yuan Si gritted his teeth through the pain in his abdomen, slowly rising, and shouted angrily, “It was just luck that you hit me. What’s there to brag about?”
Lin Han was speechless; after such a solid blow, the guy was still finding excuses.
Perhaps even in death, his mouth would remain stubborn.
“If you can still stand, then come at me!” Lin Han taunted, “Are you telling me a second-tier assassin can’t beat a second-tier priest like me?”
“From now on, I can say even Yuan Si, the second-tier assassin, wasn’t my match.”
The words struck Yuan Si at his most vulnerable point, driving him mad with fury.
“Lin Han, you’re asking for it!”
Dragging his battered body, Yuan Si charged at Lin Han again, daggers flailing, but his movements were now far less nimble than before.
Lin Han, meanwhile, toyed with him as if he were a child.
“Yuan Si, did you skip dinner? How can you call yourself an assassin like this?”
Suddenly Lin Han burst out laughing. “I wonder if there are any other assassins here; seeing you like this, I bet they’d want to kill you themselves out of shame!”
“You…”
Yuan Si lunged at Lin Han, desperate to finish him once and for all.
But Lin Han dismissed him with a casual kick, sending Yuan Si sprawling on the ground again.
“Yuan Si, you really are a mess.”
“What’s wrong, ready to admit defeat?”
Faced with Lin Han’s mockery, Yuan Si no longer had the strength to stand. Even now, he couldn’t fathom the source of Lin Han’s bizarre power.
Why should someone so despised as a priest possess such overwhelming strength?
While he stewed in resentment, Lin Han appeared before him once more.
“Yuan Si, watch your mouth in the future. Don’t say whatever you please. If I meet you again and you’re still like this, it might not be as simple as a few injuries.”
Lin Han spoke quietly, so only Yuan Si could hear.
“Let this be a lesson.”
Seeing Lin Han’s sinister expression, Yuan Si sensed impending danger. Every cell in his body screamed at him to flee.
“Referee, I surr—”
Just as he tried to admit defeat and end the fight, before he could finish the word, Lin Han delivered a kick, sending Yuan Si skidding across the ground from the force of the impact.
He only stopped when he crashed against a wall.
As consciousness faded, he finally managed to utter the last syllable.
“—ender.”
Lin Han looked innocently at the referee, saying, “He was too slow with his words. I didn’t react in time. That shouldn’t be my fault, right?”
The referee was speechless; he’d thought the day would pass smoothly, only for trouble to find him in the last match.
He hurried over to Yuan Si, checked him over, and relaxed upon confirming there was no danger to his life.
Though Lin Han disliked Yuan Si, he wasn’t the type to kill indiscriminately.
The man’s foul mouth had never crossed Lin Han’s bottom line.
Returning to Lin Han, the referee said, “He’s not in any danger. Let’s leave it at that.”
Lin Han quickly thanked him, “Thank you, referee.”
“Don’t thank me. It’s not as if I’m giving you special treatment,” the referee replied gruffly.
But finally, he announced the outcome.
“The winner: Lin Han!”