Master of Opposing Attributes

"That's really going too far!" The young man suddenly flashed and appeared not far behind them, clearly having no intention of running away.

"You are quite strong, but aren't you looking down on us too much?" A Nazgûl slowly emerged from the dark hut.

"Which number are you? Acting so damn tough? Give me your name and let's hear it." The young man spoke in a carefree, flippant tone.

"The Fourth Ringwraith under the demon king's throne! Amoras! And who might you be? A Sage in Middle-earth capable of using forbidden spells could never be an unknown nobody!" Amoras's deep voice rang out.

"The Sixth Ringwraith, Lord of Slaughter, Holmras!" the Sixth Ringwraith said in a hoarse voice.

"I'm your daddy, Darian Nightblade!" As soon as Darian finished speaking, he charged at the two Nazgûl.

"Courting death!"

"Arrogant!"

The two Nazgûl's voices trembled. Had morals truly collapsed these days? Did Sages dare to charge straight at Nazgûl now? Had this guy been possessed by Gandalf or something?

Clang! A crisp sound of a blade being drawn rang out.

"Not good!" Amoras's heart tightened.

Bang! A cloud of smoke spread out, and the two Nazgûl instantly lost their sense of Darian. Countless questions immediately sprang into their minds. Had this Sage used Flash to flee? Then why had he run around for so long just now? Had he only been playing with them?

In the blink of an eye, countless question marks filled the two Nazgûl's minds. Yet all of this happened in a flash.

Sshk! Before Amoras and Holmras could recover, Darian had already appeared behind Holmras.

Swish! He flashed forward—Backstab followed by Gouge! A smooth little combo landed on the still-dazed Holmras, instantly piercing through his back armor. Black air spilled from his back. Backstab maximized additional damage, while