Killing Night

Creak. A hook-nosed thug stepped out and cursed, "Stinking **!"

"You wouldn't even use your mouth. If you weren't still worth some money, I'd have taught you a proper lesson!"

He turned past the railing and entered an alley, then pulled out his thing to take a piss. There were hardly any proper toilets in the Slums; this place was even more foul and filthy than nineteenth-century London. Walking through an alley between shacks, one careless step could land in someone else's excrement. That was why practically no nobles or wealthy people came here. Even the guards could not be bothered to patrol.

They were left to fend for themselves in the Slums!

"Fuck!"

"Sooner or later, I'll make you pay!"

The hook-nosed thug had barely finished speaking when he suddenly felt a chill at the back of his neck. Before he could draw his weapon, an arm covered his mouth. Then, a Dagger flashed coldly through the darkness, slicing open his throat in an instant. Blood sprayed far away, gurgling out in torrents. The figure behind him gripped his neck until the corpse stopped twitching before letting go. Only then did Soren emerge from the shadows, expressionless as the God of Death.

Once he entered combat, he had not the slightest trace of mercy. Otherwise, he never could have survived to enter the Legendary Domain!

He dragged the corpse into the alley. Blood covered the ground, but fortunately, the darkness concealed everything.

"Where's Kabo?"

Another thug came out cursing, dissatisfied. "He's been pissing for ages!"

"The boss wants him for something."

The thug looked around and clearly sensed that something was wrong. They had fought another gang just two days ago. Alert, he drew a short blade and moved toward the alley.

The smell of blood drifted over!

The thug's expression changed drastically. He opened his mouth to call for help, but the shadows twisted in an instant.

A Dagger pierced his back, and a powerful arm locked around his neck, choking back the shout that had reached his throat.

"Shadow Hide successful!"

"Backstab activated!"

"Backstab successfully activated *2, dealing 16 damage to the target!"

"Target dead!"

"Extracting target Soul Energy. Gained 30 experience points."

...

Soren dragged the second corpse into the alley.

After killing two people in a row, the smell of blood inside had become overpowering. The people nearby sensed something and immediately bolted their doors shut. Clang!

Soren picked up another Dagger and stepped out with a weapon in each hand.

The smell of blood on him was thick.

There was no point in continuing to hide. The enemy would soon become alert and discover him.

There were not many experts in Slums gangs, and even fewer possessed a class template. Killing two first was enough.

Thud, thud!

Soren leaped up, pushed off the wall, and landed on the rooftop.

His Superhuman Dexterity of twenty let him move without making the slightest sound. He picked up a roof tile and tossed it down. The noise instantly alerted the others inside. Three armed gang enforcers came out. Garis, whom he had seen during the day, led them. After looking around vigilantly, he gestured for the others to head toward the nearby alley.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream echoed out.

Soren descended like an eagle, pouncing on the man lagging behind. His Dagger sliced from the man's back all the way to his waist, then the weapon in his other hand flashed coldly and stabbed through the gap beneath the man's jaw into his skull.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Soren raised his leg and kicked the corpse away, then flung the Dagger in his hand, striking the second enemy directly in the chest.

"It's you!..."

The leading Warrior let out a low shout, drew his Longsword, and slashed downward. His expression was ugly. "Have you gone mad?!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Daggers in Soren's hands traced eerie paths, blocking the enemy's consecutive slashes. He said in a low voice, "You shouldn't have set your sights on Vivian."

"So I can only send all of you to Hell!"

A Rogue must never fight a prolonged battle against a Warrior!

Soren had always remembered that clearly. Thus, after his opponent unleashed Military Swordsmanship's triple strike, he sidestepped into a sliding kick. A cold gleam strangely appeared in his other palm, cutting a gash across the enemy's waist.

Garis was a vigilant man!

Ever since returning from an adventure with injuries, he had even slept wearing Leather Armor. A Dagger could not pierce Leather Armor made from tough cowhide.

He could only attack the places not covered by the Leather Armor.

Blood seeped out.

Garis reached for his waist and felt it go numb. His expression turned extremely ugly. "Venom!"

He remembered clearly.

Soren should never have received any formal training. How could he be so familiar with the Military Swordsmanship Garis had used?

He had found the flaw in his technique in the blink of an eye!

That was right.

Perhaps the old Soren had not known, but to the current Soren, the swordsmanship Garis used could not have been more familiar.

Even the later-advanced Cross Swordsmanship, White Raven Tactics, Reverse Slash Swordsmanship, and so on were all exceptionally familiar to Soren. A Legendary Rogue had fought hundreds of battles. If he did not understand his opponents' techniques, how could he possibly have lived to reach the Legendary Domain? Garis was only a thug from the Slums. Unless he had some extraordinary encounter or could afford the exorbitant cost of training, the only thing he could master was low-level Military Swordsmanship.

A basic swordsmanship that, once mastered, increased base accuracy by three points.

Clang!

A spark burst forth.

Soren's footsteps traced a strange path as he abruptly shifted from in front of the enemy to behind him. Then he stabbed into Garis's neck bone and twisted the Dagger in a circle.

Thud!

Garis's corpse fell to the ground.

Soren paused where he stood to catch his breath, then said softly, "Dying to Shadow Step is enough to honor your status as a class-holder."

This was an ability of a Legendary Rogue.

But Soren currently had no ability to grasp the power of shadows. True Shadow Step should have crossed the Shadow Plane to appear behind the enemy. What he had just done was merely use technique and the instant of Shadow Hide to confuse his opponent's vision before circling around. Legendary Rogues had comprehended the true essence of shadow and could wield its power in battle to use many Spell-like Abilities. If he had not possessed Superhuman Dexterity of twenty, allowing him to imitate many of his former combat techniques, Soren would not have come so casually to kill these thugs.

In less than one or two minutes, three more corpses lay on the ground.

Beneath the shadows of night.

Everyone nearby had hidden away, and the ** were trembling in fear behind their doors.

Soren lifted a corpse and smashed through the main gate with it. There were quite a few people in this Slums gang, but only these were truly core members. The street rats and scoundrels brought in merely to make up the numbers were useless. With Soren's current skills, he could slaughter those street rats as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. Most class-holders could easily fight ten ordinary people alone.

Whoosh!

The sound of a crossbow firing came from inside.

The corpse Soren held jolted. He instantly released it and lunged forward. He actually kicked off the wall and ran sideways through the air for three steps before landing and pouncing at the enemies before him.

This technique, beyond ordinary comprehension, visibly stunned the enemies!

Before they could react, two men clutched their throats and fell, blood pouring out in great streams.

Soren's reaction was absurdly sharp. He dodged the descending saber by a hair's breadth, then kicked a stool into an enemy's face. Next, he twisted around and seized the arm of the enemy before him, using his Dagger to slice through the man's tendons. As a cry of pain rang out, the spinning Dagger flashed coldly and carved a half-foot-long gash across his throat.

Blood gushed out in torrents!

Tap!

Soren lightly hooked his toe, bringing a crossbow into his hand. He quickly adjusted it, kicked open the room's door, and fired forward.

A crossbow bolt shot out!

A muffled groan came from the room, followed by a pained cry.

"So... Soren!..."

"Don't kill me!... I'll make you the boss!... You'll be the leader from now on!..."

Cole was a gloomy middle-aged man, but now he clutched his arm with terror written across his face, constantly pleading, "Don't kill me!"

"I'll listen to you from now on."

A cold flash.

Expressionless, Soren slit his throat. Then he frowned at the blood covering his body and began searching the room for valuables.

There were eleven people in total.

They were more or less all the gang's core members, and three of them had advanced into class-holders.

Unfortunately, they were all only level one.

Aside from Garis, who had been able to block a few of his moves, the rest had basically been unable to withstand even a single exchange!

After all, one could not expect any experts to emerge from the Slums.

The people here lacked food, let alone the wealth and energy to train. Most had advanced into class-holders only because they had experienced too many street brawls.

A formally trained level-one Warrior could fight two or three people head-on alone!

Soren tore off a bedsheet and wrapped all the valuable items inside. After tying it into a large bundle, he slung it over his shoulder and walked away.

Someone was peeking secretly.

But no one dared step out. This was not something they dared interfere with.

After Soren's figure disappeared.

Several men immediately crept closer, glaring fiercely at the ** in the distance. Then they stripped the valuables from the corpses and ran into the house to carry away anything worth taking.

This gang had been destroyed.

Another gang would take its place tomorrow. If they did not grab some benefits now, they would have no chance later.

This was the Slums.

Things like this were perfectly normal.