Torture and Kill, Steal the Kill

"Seriously, I was already in a terrible mood, and then I ran into you. Honestly, seeing your face just made me feel even worse. Ah, I know I'm taking it out on you, but—"

Ling spoke indifferently.

"I was always a selfish person, and you were already prepared to kill me, weren't you? So it's only natural for me to take it out on you."

"Y-You... who exactly are you?!"

Ling merely chuckled at the question.

"What do you think?"

Massacre, Stealing the Kill

Ling grabbed his longbow and smashed it down toward the ground, straight at the Shadow Servant's forehead.

The Shadow Servant, Old Man of the Mountain, abruptly rolled to the right, barely evading Ling's attack.

The bow's body sliced directly through the granite slab beneath him. The curved blades forming its frame sank three centimeters into the stone ridge with ease, as effortlessly as a heated table knife cutting through butter.

"You really are in a sorry state." Ling pulled the bladed bow from the stone slab and spoke blandly.

The Shadow Servant struggled to rise from the ground. Ling merely watched him, with no intention of pressing the attack.

"Who exactly... are you..." Shadow Servant Old Man of the Mountain panted as he asked the question again.

"You're... an Archer, aren't you?! But... among the powerful Archers... I know of... there's no one like you!"

Ling ignored him and simply raised his longbow level, aiming it at the Shadow Servant.

The distance between them was extremely close—one forward lunge would cross it. This was the distance for clashing blades; normally, no proper Archer would ever loose an arrow from this range.

But Ling was determined to do exactly that. He wanted to draw his bow and fire right in his opponent's face.

"Even an ordinary Archer...