"You… seem to have some misunderstanding about Assassins."
The old man hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.
Mo Shuying frowned. Did he misunderstand something about Assassins? He didn't think so!
"Then how does the First Generation assassinate?"
Mo Shuying asked curiously.
The old man turned his head, looked at the water, and spoke with profound wisdom.
"When the evening bell chimes, fate will guide me out of the Abyss of Death. Those destined to die shall perish by my blade, and the Angel of Death shall spread its wings to guide their souls."
"…"
What kind of mystical nonsense was that?
Mo Shuying was speechless for a moment. Although he knew the First Generation spoke in a very "philosophical" way, this level of philosophy was just too much. And what the First Generation said could also be interpreted as…
I kill whoever I want to kill. No one can escape.
That was confidence! Come to think of it, King Hassan had the power. If it wanted to, it could even enter the Holy City and deal with the Lion King alone.
But it hadn't done so. In its own words:
Fate has not yet guided me to do so.
Or:
Her fate is in someone else's hands.
It was a typical case of not interfering unless directly affected. It wouldn't have acted before if the Temple hadn't been on the verge of destruction by the Holy Lance's energy.
Mo Shuying fell silent. He felt he couldn't let this mystical figure continue, so he said:
"The First Generation is right, all is fate. Then… First Generation, what do you think of me?"
Mo Shuying asked with an expectant look.
"You? You're alright."
"…"
"Alright" really just meant "alright"! What a polite evaluation.
"Then, as the one who founded the Class of Assassin, do you have anything you want to tell me, teach me, or impart to me? I find your one-hit-kill sword technique quite impressive and interesting. How about it?"
Mo Shuying shamelessly tried to learn King Hassan's Sword of the Death Realm. This was King Hassan's unique ability, [Standing at the Boundary].
The boundary itself was the Abyss of Death. Having lived alongside death for a long time, it had merged with death, gaining immunity to instant death, imparting instant death, and ignoring fear and charm.
While not a 100% instant kill, once triggered, even a god would die on the spot, even if only a single hair was cut.
It was an outrageous skill. The stronger one was, the more they understood its threat. If he had this skill and encountered Solomon again, Mo Shuying would dare to fight him with all his might, throwing hundreds of punches. He couldn't believe it wouldn't trigger even once!
"…"
King Hassan narrowed its eyes, probably seeing such a brazen person for the first time.
Forcibly suppressing the urge to cut someone down, King Hassan spoke.
"The sword technique you speak of, learning it is not difficult. As long as you stay in this Abyss of Death, one day you too will Stand at the Boundary, and your sword will bring instant death."
King Hassan had cultivated in this Abyss of Death for many years to gain this ability. It wasn't something that could be learned instantly just by being taught.
"I see…"
Mo Shuying wasn't too disappointed, as he hadn't had much hope for that ability anyway.
"Then, the ability you used to transmit sound into my ear before? Is that possible?"
This was the art of bargaining: you ask for the moon, and only then will they give you a chance to pay less. If you start high, when you switch to something of lower value, the other party will feel like they've gotten a good deal.
However.
"…You can't learn that ability either. It requires a certain level of mastery in the use of death energy. You are still far from it."
King Hassan shook its head with a smile. Its secret sound transmission was carried through the Abyss of Death, so it indeed required mastery of death energy.
Mo Shuying frowned upon hearing this. Did this trip to the Abyss of Death yield no other benefits besides the significant experience points he gained earlier?
King Hassan seemed to sense Mo Shuying's reluctance and said with a smile:
"How about this: Since you were able to see me, it is naturally guided by fate. Therefore, I will also take action. When you attack the Holy City, I will intervene. In addition, I can answer one question for you."
King Hassan agreeing to act was already a great gesture of respect towards Mo Shuying, and there was even a question.
"A question? Can I ask anything?"
"Naturally. Anything I know, you may ask."
"Then…"
Mo Shuying hesitated for a moment.
King Hassan thought Mo Shuying would ask something about Solomon, or the location of the Seventh Holy Grail, or about the Lion King in the Holy City. It had already prepared its answers, but then it heard:
"Then, if I may ask, First Generation, why do you, an Assassin, use a sword? No, it should be said, you clearly seem more like a Saber, so why did you create the Assassin Class instead? Did you feel the Saber Class had too much competition? So you created your own Class?"
"..."
King Hassan was dumbfounded. What kind of ridiculous question was that? Could such a precious opportunity for a question really be used on something like that?
"A sword is merely my weapon, just as your fist is yours. There's no particular reason for it, it's simply what I'm accustomed to. But you, are you interested in creating your own Class? I've even thought of a name for you: Fist Master! (Quanshi) What do you think?"
"..."
This time, it was Mo Shuying's turn to be speechless. He thought to himself, Indeed, the older the ginger, the spicier it is. This old ginger was probably spicy enough to kill.
"Hehehe, Lord First Generation, you jest. How could I possibly be qualified to establish a Class?" Mo Shuying said, though deep down, he was rather excited.
King Hassan's expression gradually turned cold, and when it spoke again, its voice was ethereal.
"Your journey to the Abyss of Death ends here. Your destiny is chaotic, and I cannot fully perceive it. I hope you will act with caution."
As King Hassan spoke, a cold mist appeared around it, and a chill swept over Mo Shuying. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back at the Temple entrance.
"Hmm? You're back." Cursed Arm Hassan had been waiting at the entrance and immediately stepped forward to ask when he saw Mo Shuying suddenly appear.
Mo Shuying glanced at Cursed Arm Hassan, but then his gaze was drawn to the other three Hassans.
Drunken Smoke was there, which was no surprise. Then there was Hundred-Faced, a Hassan with whom he'd had two previous encounters and even exchanged blows, also present, idly tossing a small knife in its hand, seemingly a bit bored.
And one more: short blue hair, dressed in black Assassin attire, with a slightly smaller bone mask on her face.
Hassan of the Serenity, the one who elevated the Hassans' aesthetic.
"Hm, have you all been waiting for me?" Mo Shuying asked, his expression unchanged.
Cursed Arm nodded. He and Drunken Smoke had been waiting, while Hundred-Faced and Hassan of the Serenity had rushed over after receiving a signal earlier.
"Naturally. If you had died, we would have collected your body for you, but it seems that won't be necessary now. May I ask, did you meet the First Generation?" Cursed Arm Hassan asked with some anticipation.
"I did. The old man was quite easy to talk to. He insisted on teaching me the art of killing instantly, but I didn't agree." Mo Shuying said casually. Cursed Arm Hassan froze, taking a long time to recover.
The other three Hassans were also moved, but they quickly realized Mo Shuying was joking. Indeed, sometimes, a woman's sixth sense is quite accurate!
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