You...Demon!

"You... You demon!" the assassin spat, his voice trembling with rage. He couldn't believe he had overlooked the brat's ability, and now his last hope lay shattered. Without a moment's hesitation, he brought his sword down, aiming to finish off the brat.

Desmond's body stood in front of the assassin, fragile as tofu. The sword sliced through his head, splitting it apart and cutting through his neck until it reached his chest. The sickening sound of metal colliding with flesh reverberated through the air.

As the assassin heard that dreadful sound once more, his anger surged like an inferno. He forcefully pulled his left foot, which was planted on Desmond's heart, and delivered another powerful kick, directly targeting Desmond's heart.

But before he could land the blow, his expression twisted into one of livid disbelief. He witnessed a hand catching his left foot and firmly gripping his sword.