Dagger

Feeling a rush of air at his back, Qin Ran, who had been waiting for this, stayed in his crouch. He braced his right hand against the ground and kicked both legs backward.

Smack! Thud!

His two kicks struck the attacker's weapon hand and chest in quick succession.

How had he known what kind of weapon the attacker held?

Distance.

The distance between them had been enough for Qin Ran to tell what weapon the attacker was using.

The invisible attacker took Qin Ran's kick to the chest and flew straight backward under its force.

Flames scorched the attacker's clothes.

A faint smell of burning drifted through the air.

Agonizing pain spread from the attacker's chest through his entire body.

But the pain was nothing compared to his shock.

Now visible, the attacker stared at Qin Ran in disbelief.

The instant the sirens sounded, the invisible attacker had launched the attack he had been preparing.

He had assumed the sirens would draw Qin Ran's attention and give him the opening for a fatal strike.

So when a flaming foot sent him flying, he was stunned.

"Wh-when did you notice me?"

Pain made his words come out haltingly.

Qin Ran had no intention of answering. He stepped forward and kicked again.

Crack!

Like a thrusting spear, the tip of Qin Ran's right foot struck the man's throat.

His neck snapped, and the invisible attacker collapsed, motionless and silent.

After glancing at the body and seeing that it had dropped nothing, Qin Ran walked toward the weapon he had kicked away.

He already had two members of the Wanderers' Society in his hands.

He needed no more prisoners.

Besides, when facing someone with unusual abilities he did not fully understand, the slightest carelessness could turn the tables. Qin Ran had no desire