Chapter 73: Confrontation

Sssss...

That invisible object was directly pierced by a barrage of fire arrows.

As the flames of the fire arrows rapidly spread, in an instant, the object was already blazing fiercely.

This flame was especially dazzling amidst the heavy snow.

And Gune could see clearly through the broken glass window.

What had been hit by the fire arrows was, unexpectedly, a piece of wood.

That fourth-rank Shadow Walker was still nowhere to be seen.

"As expected, he's already seen through my arrangements outside." Gune narrowed his eyes.

This fourth-rank Shadow Walker was clearly not easy to deal with.

"After all, it's only a first-rank high-level spell. If my puppet threads were at third or fourth rank, this fourth-rank Shadow Walker might not have been able to detect them."

"Moreover, my mental strength isn't strong enough, and my mental capacity isn't deep enough to form a powerful range perception."

"In the end, my rank is too low, and my spells aren't powerful enough."

"Give me a little more time, and this fourth-rank Shadow Walker might not even be able to touch me."

Just as Gune was pondering.

Suddenly, Gune's expression changed sharply.

"Not good."

Sssss...

A dense array of sharp, cold gleams instantly pierced through from one side of the carriage.

The glass windows, curtains, and wooden panels of the carriage, under these sharp gleams, were as fragile as paper, easily shredded into pieces by the cold light.

Each gleam carried a terrifying destructive power, more than twenty or thirty of them densely packed.

"This guy took advantage of the moment when he used the wood to touch the puppet threads and sneaked in."

Gune's mind raced, understanding how the opponent had approached him.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

Three consecutive gleams directly pierced Gune's body.

Each left a deep, torn wound.

Fortunately, Gune's physique was tough enough; otherwise, the gleams would have pierced through his body, leaving gaping bloody holes.

While being attacked, Gune reacted with lightning speed, enduring the blows and unhesitatingly launching a frantic counterattack.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

A dense volley of fire arrows flew wildly toward the direction from which the cold gleams had come.

The fire arrows covered a ten-meter radius on that side.

But they did not hit the shadow assassin.

In Gune's perception at that moment, the shadow assassin seemed to not exist at all.

For other spellcasters, being unable to sense an assassin within twenty meters would essentially be a death sentence.

But Gune still had the strength to fight.

After one exchange, the shadow assassin vanished without a trace.

Gune was not in a hurry.

He once again cast a Soul-Calming Divine Ring Spell.

Then he looked at his own body.

On his left chest ribs, above his navel, and on the inner side of his left thigh—three places had been torn open by the sharp gleams.

The wound on the inner thigh was the most severe; even a piece of flesh had been gouged out by the sharp gleam.

The wounds on the chest ribs and abdomen, thanks to the defense of the black iron chainmail, were much lighter.

Without the black iron chainmail, there would definitely have been two large bloody holes.

However, the price paid was that the black iron chainmail was damaged.

Although his body was injured, aside from the small amount of blood that had been carried away when the sharp gleams struck, not a single drop of blood flowed from the torn wounds.

Instead, the blood gathered at the wound sites, emitting a faint bloody glow, rapidly repairing the injuries.

Including the broken ribs and the injuries inside the abdominal cavity, the transcendent blood was also quickly mending them.

Other spellcasters suffering such severe injuries would have to rely on mid-rank or even high-rank refined healing potions, and a certain amount of blood loss within a short time would be inevitable.

And in battle, this would become a fatal wound.

But the blood mage's powerful survivability meant Gune had no need to worry about physical damage; the blood repaired itself.

In just two or three breaths, the wounds had already begun to heal.

The powerful transcendent bodily functions combined with transcendent blood indeed produced astonishing recovery effects.

With the Soul-Calming Divine Ring Spell in hand, Gune waited for the opponent to make a move.

Earlier, Gune had not expected that the opponent had already sneaked in, which was why he had suffered.

But now, the Soul-Calming Divine Ring Spell was ready again.

If the opponent dared to show himself again, in that fleeting moment, Gune could instantly release the spell.

After waiting for over ten breaths, the fourth-rank shadow assassin seemed to have disappeared.

Gune looked at the wounds on his body, which had completely healed, and somewhat understood the assassin's intention.

"He wants me to bleed more, and then... wait for me to weaken?"

"That makes sense; after all, I'm a blood mage, and today is Blood Night, theoretically my weakest time."

"The idea is beautiful, but reality is harsh."

After confirming that his injuries were perfectly healed, Gune took out another bottle of mid-rank refined source energy potion and downed it in one gulp.

Then, Gune held the Silver Feather in his right hand.

With his left hand, he lightly grasped in the air, then pulled.

Crack, crack, crack...

The already shattered carriage, with cold wind and snow pouring in, emitted creaking, breaking sounds.

Crack, crack... boom!

Under the effect of Gune's puppet threads, the entire carriage was pulled apart into pieces.

Woo, woo, woo...

With the carriage's collapse, heavy snow and a howling wind rushed in.

At the same time, the second-rank elf coachman was lifted and pulled by the puppet threads to Gune's side.

Gazing lightly around, Gune said slowly and deliberately.

"You know? After I saw through that dark elf disguised as Black Luo, what did I do?"

As he spoke, Gune casually kicked the torn disguise cloak and clothes, which fluttered far away in the wind.

"I subdued her, tore her clothes off. I have to say, that dark elf—very smooth."

"She tried to break free from my control, wanted to call for help, or send a message out."

"In the end, I stabbed her to death."

As his words fell.

The cold wind still raged, snowflakes drifted endlessly, and the assassin still did not move.

The storm of attacks Gune had expected did not come.

"So patient? Truly a heartless assassin." Gune frowned slightly.

The more this was the case, the more Gune could feel how formidable this shadow assassin was.

"Show yourself, or... this one dies too."

Under Gune's control, the second-rank blood-ear elf coachman was suspended in midair.

"Ssh!"

Gune, holding a dagger, directly stabbed through the thigh of the second-rank blood-ear elf.

Blood gushed out.

"If you don't come out, watch him die."

Gune's killing intent grew more intense.

Heavy snowflakes danced wildly in the air.

The suspended second-rank coachman's thigh bled profusely, staining the snow on the ground red.

But the fourth-rank assassin never appeared.

As if completely unaffected by the death of his teammate.

In the confrontation, Gune was also doing his utmost to be on guard and perceive the surroundings.

At the same time, Gune hoped for the appearance of that subtle vision that seemed to glimpse the essence of things.

That occasional vision that glimpsed the essence, Gune called it 'Fate Glimpse.'

At this moment, as long as Fate Glimpse appeared, Gune could deeply perceive everything around him.

If it appeared just once, Gune could see that guy's existence, then hit him with a Soul-Calming Divine Ring Spell and teach him a lesson.