I am Kong Da, an agent from Luo Mountain.
At work, I am generally referred to as "Agent Kong."
Looking at Zhuang Cheng who lay before me, I reshaped my arm from its blade form back to normal.
"I had warned you earlier, Zhuang Cheng," I stated as I took out a handkerchief, casually wiped my hands, then tossed the dirty handkerchief onto his corpse. "The vulnerability of Flame Ability Users lies in their tolerance for error. Just one sneak attack like this and they are doomed."
Yes, I am indeed the real Fallen Demon Hunter.
At this moment, Zhuang Cheng was unquestionably dead; his head severed on the ground, his eyes destroyed by the blade, the strike even penetrated deep into his skull, completely annihilating his brain tissue.
Some blood and brain matter that could not be wiped clean still lingered on my palm. Having killed so many people, I no longer mourned for the lives I took, but the sticky, disgusting feeling was truly unpleasant.