He, an upright specialist in sneak attacks, a combatant who strikes at the enemy's weaknesses, surprisingly tasted at this moment the bitter feeling he'd inflicted on so many enemies before, leaving him rather wistful.
"Jia Yan, alright, whatever you want to do, just say it, but you must know one thing: to compete with a Star River level like me, I'm afraid you don't have the ability. If you fight me, the only one to die will be you."
The assassin calmed down, sweeping his gaze over the surrounding subspace as he spoke.
"Oh? I'm the only one who'll die? Then why are you injured now, and why have more than half of your subordinates died, even losing a Stellar Class Junior? Who do you think suffered the greater loss?"
Jia Yan's voice echoed in the subspace, reaching outside, but it came from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint his true body's location.
