A tall and voluptuous, smiling black-haired woman walked along the muddy path.
She held a short blade in one hand, her gaze fixed straight ahead, completely out of place with the surrounding rundown streetscape.
Before long, Elsa had arrived in front of the shabby old tavern.
Just as she was about to push the door open and enter, she suddenly sensed something was amiss, the corners of her lips curling up slightly.
Having been an assassin for many years, Elsa was extremely sensitive to any killing intent.
As long as it was malice directed at her personally, it could not escape her perception.
“Ara ara.
It seems there is a surprise inside.” The moment her voice fell, the wooden door in front of her shattered with a bang.
Amidst the flying wooden splinters, a greatsword thrust straight at her face.
Elsa had been prepared for this and turned her head to dodge.
The blade brushed past her ear, cutting a trace of blood, and the black hair by her ear fell away in the fierce wind.
In the very next instant, Kenma, who had charged forward along with the greatsword, delivered a flying kick straight to Elsa’s chest.
Elsa was sent flying backward, smashing through the house behind her.
The civilians who were previously watching from inside the house were stunned, looking dumbfoundedly at their collapsed house.
The owner of the house stared blankly for several seconds, until Elsa looked over in this direction, before breaking out in a cold sweat of terror and scrambling away into the distance.
Elsa climbed to her feet unhurriedly, her caved-in chest rapidly rebounding under her powerful self-healing ability, her eyes glancing toward the tavern.
Amidst the billowing dust filling the sky, a figure emerged holding a greatsword, Kenma’s ferocious smile flickering in and out of view amidst the flying dust.
Elsa’s gaze swept across his face, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes.
“Ara ara.
Young man, it seems we haven’t met before, right?
Are you a helper invited by that little girl?” Kenma raised his greatsword, pointing the blade at Elsa.
Killing intent overflowed from his entire body, and a violent will to fight surged in his heart.
“Cut the crap!
Take my sword strike first!” As soon as his voice fell, he took a step forward, his figure turning into an afterimage as he closed in, slashing down from above.
“Being impatient won’t get you girls, you know.” Elsa chuckled, then raised her Kukri blade to the top of her head to block.
The instant the greatsword and the Kukri blade collided, a shockwave frantically spread outward in all directions centered on the two of them, and dazzling sparks erupted between the two weapons.
Elsa’s pupils constricted, and her entire body uncontrollably sank a few centimeters.
The ground beneath her feet shattered with a bang, web-like cracks continuously spreading outward.
Such terrifying strength…
A guy with this kind of strength wouldn’t be unknown.
But there are no records about this person in the intelligence reports.
Seeing that wisps of cracks were already beginning to emerge on the surface of the blade she used for blocking, Elsa was shocked.
This blade was specially made using a large amount of precious materials, capable of slicing through almost anyone’s defense.
Yet right now, the opponent’s greatsword coupled with that monstrous strength had actually forcefully broken through her full-power block.
At this thought, Elsa raised her hand to pull out a second Kukri blade, evading Kenma’s greatsword pressed down from above.
Then she spun around abruptly.
Taking advantage of the moment when Kenma’s greatsword slashed downward, his old strength spent and new strength not yet born, the blade tore through the air, heading straight for his throat.
Although she really wanted to see what the intestines of the person in front of her would be like compared to others, it was already too late to attack the abdomen.
She had to achieve a one-hit kill.
Elsa had a premonition in her heart that even if she cut open his abdomen, this person probably wouldn’t suffer any reduction in combat power.
This battle was bound to be incomparably difficult.
This was an assassin’s intuition, as well as a special perception gained from countless life-and-death battles.
He is holding a greatsword.
It’s not advisable to engage in close-quarters combat with him.
I need to put enough distance between us first.
Elsa glanced toward the horizon.
The setting sun was gradually sinking, and the sky was plunging into dimness.
When nighttime arrived, it would be the true home turf of her, the Bowel Hunter.
In Elsa’s eyes, or rather in the common sense of ordinary people, at the moment when the throat was about to be attacked, anyone would choose to prioritize defense.
After all, this was a fatal wound sufficient to cause death.
But there was always a kind of person who would go against common sense at critical moments.
Veins bulged on Kenma’s arms.
He almost completely ignored the blade thrusting toward his throat, grinning as he raised his greatsword high once again, fiercely slashing down.
Want to trade life for life?
Elsa couldn’t help feeling a bit dumbfounded.
Being so crazy right at the start of the fight?
Even though there was a bit of incomprehension in her heart, since the opponent actively handed over his life, it was impossible for her to give up the opportunity for a one-hit kill.
Holding this thought, both sides tacitly abandoned defense almost simultaneously, unhesitatingly exposing their own vitals before each other’s eyes while launching a fatal blow at the same time.
The Kukri blade pierced through Kenma’s skin, poking straight through his neck, and fountain-like blood spurted out along the severed carotid artery.
As for Elsa’s side, it was even more tragically miserable.
Her head was smashed into her caved-in chest, and her entire body was almost split vertically in two.
The two retreated simultaneously.
Elsa hurriedly reached out to press against both sides of her face, forcibly closing the bloody line down the middle and beginning rapid repairs.
Looking at Kenma, whose neck was still continuously spurting blood, the corners of her lips curled into a victor’s smile.
“It seems I won after all.” The next second, the scene before her plunged Elsa into even more shock.
Kenma glanced at the blade stuck in his neck and pulled it out.
The pierced skin squirmed rapidly, fusing at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming smooth and flat once again.
After a brief shock, Elsa suddenly realized that the person before her seemed to have a self-healing ability.
This is a bit interesting.
Could it be that I’ve run into one of my own kind?
Kenma raised his hand and smashed the Kukri blade held in his hand with a single punch.
“Come on!
Let’s see who outlasts who!”