Chapter 47: Catching a Sword, an Arrow like Wind and Thunder

Levi left Graff’s mansion and walked towards the nearest hotel. As he walked through a damp, dark alley, he could feel someone following him. When he turned his head to look, he found no one.

He felt strange and invoked his Black Snake Breathing Method silently. In the darkness, the black mist revolved around his heart, shooting out into his arms. If one were to lift up his cloak, one could see his forearm covered in a dense, black fog, like a pack of snakes that slithered through the soil.

He raised his head, and a black shadow plunged from above. A dark blue dagger stabbed towards his face, and he hurriedly brought his arms up to block the blow.

The dagger pierced through his clothes, then through his chainmail, and then through a rubber-like substance that held the dagger back.

Levi darted backwards and crashed into a garbage pile.

‘It hurts,’ Levi huffed, and the next moment, sharp throwing knives flung through the air.

Puffs of black mist rushed into his legs, and like an arrow, his whole body pierced through the air.

Using his mist-covered palm to push away the knives, he unsheathed Frostmourne with the other hand and slashed forward.

Frostmourne collided with a shadowy rapier, and a dazzling golden light shone, causing a loud clanging noise to vertebrate through the once dark and silent alley.

The figure scoffed as they took a large step backwards; severe pain radiated through their hands. The moment both weapons struck each other, a strange force was transmitted onto their own weapon, causing their rapier to vibrate violently and bite at their arm.

They immediately lunged forward, stabbing towards Levi’s chest with striking yet strange precision.

Levi could see the figure clearly in that shining moment of gold—a man in black leather armour, wearing the same beak mask as the Knight sent to assassinate him.

‘Damn this organisation. It just won’t go away.’

Levi didn’t have the time to figure out how they found him. His breathing methods were operating at their limits, and violent steam permeated through the tears of his clothes.

Looking at Levi, Bernard was shocked. Knights can roughly judge another Knight’s power by the violent steam radiating off him.

This violent steam radiating off Levi does not belong to a low-level Knight at all. Only intermediate Knights with more than ten years of experience have a steam of this intensity.

But their intelligence clearly stated that Baron Levi, the cowardly son of the previous Baron Snyder, was only sixteen years old.

Bernard had no time to collect his thoughts; he didn’t even know if the person before him was Baron Levi, but he had to survive.

Bernard rained down slashes of his rapier-like a storm, trying to cut Levi into pieces.

Levi, with his training, swiftly blocked and dodged every single slash of Bernard, as well as managing to counterattack with his own slashes. His movements were perfect and precise, and Bernard was becoming desperate.

Bernard gasped as he took a step back and clutched at his wounds. Levi, too, was shocked at his own strength.

‘The assassin they sent is way stronger than before, and yet…’

The two continued to clash in the alley. Bernard was like a panther that prowled in the shadows, dodging Levi’s slashes and countering with his own.

Levi thought that his assassin was almost equal in strength to Knight Fred, an intermediate Knight.

Levi’s Black Snake Breathing Method started to creep through the battle.

Although he’s only a regular Knight, in terms of his physical strength, he isn’t weaker than an assassin equal to an intermediate Knight.

Combined with his Frost Wolf Breathing Method, he was much more agile and faster than the assassin before him.

And Levi’s Golden Cross made it impossible for the assassin to do any meaningful damage to Levi.

With every slash, the rippling force of Frostmourne caused Bernard’s body to shake and twist violently, shattering his hands and tendons even though he didn’t come into contact with the blade.

“Die!” Levi yelled.

Viscous black mist covered Levi’s palm, grabbing the blade of the rapier with his bare hands.

“H-how dare you?!”

Bernard was petrified. He didn’t expect Levi to catch the rapier with his bare hands. Shouldn’t he be dead?

“H-hah! My blade is stained with poison! Even with your mist, you’ll succumb!”

Bernard felt hope restored in his eyes as he saw Levi’s palm bleeding. Even a Knight cannot withstand the poison of a ring-tailed snake.

Levi was irritated. He needed to figure out who was trying to kill him behind the scenes.

He pushed the rapier violently forward, and Bernard had to step back to avoid being cut in half by his own rapier.

“Y-you’re crazy! You’ll die in s-seconds!” Bernard cursed thoughts of quitting racing through his mind. With his current savings, he could disappear off the face of the earth and never have to deal with this terrifying Baron before him.

He suddenly rolled to the side, dodging Levi’s sudden slash forward, kicking off the walls and scaling up the buildings.

Levi quickly ran out of the alley, watching as the assassin bounced from building to building.

Levi smeared an arrow with the poison smeared on the rapier and shot out an arrow with terrifying accuracy.

The arrow pierced through the air, roaring like wind and thunder, and in the distance, a figure let out a cry of pain and fell down the roof.