The Mage's Robes-When Could They Finally Come Off?! (Part Two)

There was a famous meme,

of a chubby tiger lying on the ground, its belly round as a ball, as if even breathing was a struggle.

The caption read: Stop sliding into home. I really can't eat another bite.

Xu Fang felt just like that tiger.

There were too many assassins. Some were at least a little interesting and could get him to drop some gear, but others were just throwing their lives away.

Bang!

Xu Fang stomped another assassin into the ground and asked in genuine puzzlement, "Bro, do you guys not do risk assessments in your line of work?"

"A true man would rather die than be humiliated!"

"Oh, an educated assassin." Xu Fang swept his Spiritual Power through the man's mental space, then, just as expected, came away disappointed.

The guy was still blathering on about "an assassin's dignity" and "fearlessness"—the sort of things that made the air around them feel downright cheerful.

Xu Fang was exasperated. He planted his size-thirteen shoe squarely on the man's right cheek. "Talk! Talk! Talk! Is now really the time to talk? Will talking get you top grades or a good job?"

"Are you nuts?!" the assassin roared.

"He talks back?"

One more kick. Double the luck.

"If you've got time to stand around talking, why not go out and work hard? You're clearly so weak, yet you still insist on being an assassin. When are you mages going to take off those robes?!" Xu Fang berated him loudly.

The assassin was so stunned by the scolding that he just stared.

What... robes?

"Another one?" After seeing what happened to Feng Zhou Long's attackers, Old Feng had gotten used to it. He asked without a second thought.

"This generation of assassins is hopeless. They aim too high and refuse to adapt,"