'It feels like he is a completely different person now—no more the lighthearted jokester, but an actual Assassin.'
Fang Raon thought.
He knew that Assassins were an extremely good class in one-on-one combat, but he wasn't all that worried.
He also believed in his own skill.
In that moment, Lock leaned forward, like he was about to kiss the ground, but then—he kicked off into a sprint!
Fast! Very fast!
"?!"
Fang Raon's eyes even widened in shock because in just one quick burst, Lock was already within the attacking range.
There wasn't even any time for him to think!
The dagger came. Fang Raon tried parrying it. It was too fast for it to be parried, and the dagger's blade dug into his shoulder.
The dagger's blade was sharp. It cut straight through. Flesh and bone alike. The arm got cut clean off.
Thud~
With a bloody thud, the arm dropped to the ground—it was still holding the shield—the hand still tightly clutching the handle.
