Only Used Two Strikes?!
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
"Who… who are you?!" The other black-robed ascetics looked grim, astonished that Mr. Moody's figure projection doppelganger had been instantly killed!
"Who… the heck is you?!" Different from Luther and others, these black-robed ascetics were astonished but didn't panic like Luther and the others.
After all, different from ordinary people, their training and experience had taught them to forget life and death. These assassins knew that there were many things in the world that went beyond their understanding, which was why they regarded this unexpected accident as something not surprising. With this mindset, nothing could be a surprise.
The purpose of their existence was partly to solve these unexpected problems.
Each of them could execute missions alone. In their limited lives, they had killed horrifying monsters and lofty lords with prestigious statuses. It wasn't beyond the ability of this group to kill a saint-level master.