Assassin Is Stronger Than The Hero Novels & Stories

Not only is the blonde a good assassin she is also a smart one. His attention shifted from the blonde when he heard the sound of a gunshot. It was Lioness. She just shot at King who dodged the bullet and moved at a speed that belied a man as big as he to knock the gun off the small brunette hands. Lioness might look small in size just like Lightning but the thirty-six-year-old is a fierce and deadly assassin who had managed to make it to the alpha rank within a space of two years. King shouldn't underestimate her.

Or maybe, like Arthur, he didn't feel pain. "Run, Alex!" Jackson shouted. He holstered his gun and met the assassin’s charge. He grabbed the assassin's wrist, blocking the blade inches from his neck. They wrestled on the cold stone floor. The assassin was incredibly strong—enhanced strength. Jackson grunted, using his body weight to slam the man into the stone pedestal. The heavy book fell to the floor. "You possess the blood of the key," the assassin hissed. "But you are weak." "I'm not weak," Jackson pulled a hidden knife from his sleeve—a trick Sebastian taught him—and stabbed it into the unarmored joint of the assassin's shoulder. "I'm just pissed off."

"Because I'll be the one who'll kill you at the end." They separated, shouting at the top of their lungs as they plunged their knives onto their opponents one after another. In a short period of time, they killed 10 out of fifteen. But even if it took them only minutes to lessen the number, their eyes flicked due to exhaustion. No matter how good they are in fighting, a human's energy will never double like how those fictional heroes in movies who experienced leveling up every time they were desperate to fight for justice and were in the brink of death. In addition to that, the assassins that were sent are skilled enough that each can kill at least ten unskilled people in short time.

Instantaneously, he pulls out his other arm from behind his attacker, slashing a long deep gash on the assassin’s backside… Three points for me, dickhead! Instead of a scream, all Hero heard from his opponent was a long intake of breath and then the bastard was already standing steadily despite the deep bloody wound on his back. What the hell... For a moment, the young military man feels like he’s fighting his twin. The same style of recovery, the same cologne, almost the same knife skills… ”FREEZE motherfucker!” Hero pauses for a moment upon hearing the loud command coming from the back. That was his mistake…

Her father praise once again as he clap with a sick expression of madness in his face. "And that is how I will kill you." He laughed. "This is what you get for holding on past ties that have already been broken since years ago." "That affection of yours weakens you and is the one to blame for your enslavement." Adolf utter, "I am your weakness, you could have killed me many times but you chose to serve... and to fear me." Three bullets then hit Mayari like walls of metal in her abdomen. She lost her balance and kneeled down to the floor holding her wound as blood stained her blue dress and drip to the floor forming her own bloody pool of roses.

In every battle, eyes were one of the most important factors in deciding the rift of the battle. Creed knew what was happening and was glad that he had an extreme perception. She wanted to immobilize his senses. This was an efficient strategy for an assassin since she had already revealed herself out in the open. Every assassin specialized in swiftness, not strength. Being an assassin himself, Creed immediately understood her intentions. Since her initial ambush failed, she switched to the next best strategy; her speed. Blinding him was the easiest route to winning the battle. Creed jumped back and grabbed her wrists. Creed knew that assassins were not very powerful. He himself was an except

Was he here to assassinate someone or to present himself to die? Sebastian wasn't concerned about an insignificant figure like that. He continued to admire the scenery around him. In an instant, the assassin was standing behind Sebastian. He suddenly pulled out a gleaming dagger and tried to plunge it into Sebastian's back. A flash of flame clashed with the dagger the man held. There was a loud clang of metal upon metal. Although the assassin was an expert at the sixth level of the Energy Refining Technique, the force of the blow immediately sent the dagger he was holding flying through the air.

Rey conjured swirling cyclones, manipulating the air to send the assassins stumbling, while Luna exploited their momentary disarray, her blades finding their targets with lethal accuracy. Rey's voice thundered. "You underestimate the strength of our unity! Our spirits burn brighter than any darkness you can conjure!" Lucius, standing at the heart of the battle, unleashed a primal roar that echoed through the night, sending tremors through the souls of their opponents. His claws slashed through the air, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. The assassins were pushed back, their confidence waning as they struggled to match his strength. Lucius locked eyes with the leader of the assassi

"So, this is the strength of the Lowery family's appointed heir? Is this supposed to kill me? I thought you were just scratching an itch." A vicious glint flashed in Cassian's eyes as he stared at the wounds covering Ashton's body. Even he was surprised by Ashton's toughness. Still, he didn't care. So, what if Ashton had some ability? With such an overwhelming gap in realm and power between them, Ashton was nothing more than a clown and a stepping stone for Cassian to rise to the peak of power. "Killing you? That's easy." In the next instant, he left a trail of afterimages where he stood and rushed straight at Ashton. His fist shot forward, aimed directly at Ashton's heart.

Although they are right in front of me, I can barely feel their presence. There's no doubting it, they are highly trained assassins and right now they were debating among themselves, baffled at how fast I've healed. And that's when I see my opening. I opt for the one in front, on the left side because he looks weaker. It is a temporary success because as soon as I manage to bring one of them down, somebody is already on my back throwing me off violently, making me hit a tree.