Ⅱ
The six newly appeared assassins were all tools trained by Bloodshadow Thorn.
Yes, tools.
Not disciples.
Disciples required painstaking care to cultivate.
But tools?
All they needed was to weed out the weak and keep the strong.
"They're the successful specimens I selected from three thousand people.
Both their physiques and their spirituality are perfectly suited to the assassin's path.
Especially their wills...
They submit entirely to mine!"
At that, Bloodshadow Thorn looked smugly at Acker.
He hoped to see shock and surprise on Acker's face.
After all, this was also one of the ultimate arts of Bloodflow.
Apart from Blood Veil, its most essential component was Blood Remnant-one had to understand it to qualify as a master of Bloodflow.
Even their teacher hadn't possessed the complete Blood Remnant Mystic Art.
He had completed this Mystic Art by hunting down other assassin schools.
Six people, one heart and one effort.
When one was injured, all six shared the burden.
When one exerted strength, the strength of all six combined.
Their assassination techniques, in particular, could fuse the six into one.
Even opponents far stronger than them could be defeated with ease.
Even an Ascendant was no exception.
That was how the commander of the West Coast Coalition had died.
Though he had been severely wounded himself, Blood Remnant had only been in its infancy back then.
But now?
His Blood Remnant had long since been perfected.
No!
It had surpassed what was recorded in the books.
It belonged entirely to him.
After all, the Blood Remnants recorded in the books still possessed their own consciousness and could potentially show weaknesses. His Blood Remnants never would.
His consciousness was their command.
They would never betray him.
But what made Bloodshadow Thorn frown was Acker's calm expression.
He didn't seem surprised.