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Chapter 344.

Without the aid of defensive soul skills, did Shadowless Assassin really believe he could withstand the Armored Black Thorns with just his physical body? Who does he think he is?

The spectators had already witnessed countless terrifying attacks from the White Death, yet every time he employed his new supernatural methods, it left them breathless. No one else could achieve what he did. It was because of this uniqueness that the White Death had captured the attention of so many in the inner city.

"He's becoming more adept at using weapons with the help of spiritual energy..." Tang San muttered quietly to himself. "This White Death is growing at an alarming rate."

Unlike the others who had only noticed the White Death after his rise to fame, Tang San had been observing him for much longer, since the beginning. Over a year ago, Tang San had already calculated the White Death's limits—his range, the number of blades he could control, his speed, and the trajectory and attack pattern of his attacks.

But now, compared to that time, Tang San realized with some unease just how much the White Death had advanced. The number of blades under his control had doubled, their range had expanded, and his speed had increased. The most unsettling change, however, was in the attack trajectories. They had become so erratic and unpredictable that evasion had become almost impossible. Tang San knew from experience that once you couldn't predict the trajectory, you couldn't defend against the attack.

The White Death's growth over the past year was nothing short of frightening.

Tang San himself had tried using manipulating his hidden weapon by the help of spiritual energy to counter these attacks but found himself falling far short. Even when he succeeded, his attempts paled in comparison to the precision with which the White Death wielded his blades.

"Yet, the Shadowless Assassin hasn't made a move..." Tang San thought. "From what I've seen in previous matches, his abilities might be the only thing that could counter the White Death."

Indeed, since the start of the match, the black-robed Shadowless Assassin had remained still, waiting.

It wasn't until Wang Feng had eliminated all eight of his previous opponents that the assassin finally broke his silence.

"Thanks for taking care of them for me," the assassin said, a sly smile crossing his face.

Wang Feng narrowed his eyes. 

'Is he seriously trying to provoke me?' he thought.

Despite his calm smile, Wang Feng could sense the assassin's wariness. The assassin had already retreated sixty meters, staying outside the effective range of Wang Feng's mental control over his blades. At that distance, the blades would lose much of their speed and precision, making them easier to avoid. Clearly, this assassin had done his homework.

"Honestly, someone as strong as me shouldn't even be here," the Shadowless Assassin continued, his voice casual yet sharp. "It's hardly fair even to you. But I heard there was someone formidable—someone called White Death God—so, I came."

Wang Feng stared at him silently.

"You must still be hiding your true power," Shadowless said with a grin. "So, you might want to bring it all out. If not, you won't get another chance."

Wang Feng remained expressionless. 

'Eh..? Is he monologuing in front of me? Had I really encountered the cliché?' He wondered. 

This was the first time anyone had dared to flaunt themselves in front of him. People had challenged him, provoked him but none had shown off in front of him. 

Before Wang Feng could respond, the Shadowless Assassin launched his attack—so fast that it caught even Wang Feng off guard. This was, without a doubt, the fastest opponent Wang Feng had faced in the past year in Slaughter City. And what was more astonishing was that the assassin hadn't used martial soul, nor had he released any fluctuations of soul power. This speed was entirely natural.

His raw physical speed rivaled that of an 80th-level agility attack system Soul Douluo.

To achieve such speed without soul power and soul abilities meant that this assassin's soul power was near level 80 or is at level 80, and his martial soul is also formidable.

Wang Feng's brow furrowed slightly. Though the speed was remarkable, avoiding the Armored Black Thorns entirely was nearly impossible. The ten blades surrounding him formed a near-impenetrable wall of death.

But the assassin was no fool. He had waited for Wang Feng to defeat his other eight opponents for a reason. He knew that the White Death could control only a limited number of blades, and he had tried to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

Ten blades were more than enough to ensure no one could escape.

Even Tang San knew that despite his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, evading ten blades coming from all directions was impossible. The attacks were just too unpredictable.

But then in the blink of an eye, the Shadowless Assassin disappeared.

A collective gasp swept through the crowd.

He had teleported.

In the Slaughter City, soul masters couldn't use their soul skills, so this had to be a soul bone ability!

As the assassin vanished, the ten blades hurtled harmlessly through the air where he had once stood.

Soul bones were exceedingly rare, even in the Slaughter City. Those who possessed them were few and far between, but with them, one could gain additional abilities beyond standard soul skills, and what truly mattered is that you can use soul bone abilities in the Slaughter City.

The Shadowless Assassin clearly possessed a leg soul bone, which explained both his speed and his ability to teleport.

Wang Feng's mind raced. This wasn't just about raw speed anymore. With teleportation on his side, the assassin could avoid nearly any attack.

Thirty meters away, the assassin reappeared, charging towards Wang Feng with blinding speed.

In less a second, the assassin closed the gap of over twenty meters before vanishing again, teleporting out of range of the Armored Black Thorns.

The spectators were on edge, knowing that with his next strike, the Shadowless Assassin could deliver a fatal blow to the White Death.

Could this be the first person to render the White Hell ineffective?

His speed, combined with the rare teleportation ability, had allowed him to evade the White Death's deadly blades entirely. The soul bone's power was on full display, and the tension in the arena reached a fever pitch.

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