Chapter 4: Recklessness Leads to Ruin

Chapter 4: Recklessness Leads to Ruin

In his mind, Lynn imagined that if he were to search the cabinet without the other two knowing, they could easily launch a sudden attack from behind the cover of clothing. If the attack failed, they could jump out of the window to escape.

This was undoubtedly the best hiding spot in the entire room!

Realizing this, Lynn didn't hesitate for a moment. Without any warning, he drew his sword.

The blade slid out of the scabbard, creating a soft, resonant hum in the room.

In just an instant, the silvery blade sliced through the wooden cabinet as if it were cutting through butter, and the closed cabinet doors fell apart.

Wood splinters and torn fabric filled the air, but the expected gush of blood did not follow.

Furrowing his brows, Lynn was somewhat surprised. Had he made a mistake in his judgment? Was their target simply careless and left these things in the room?

André, who was standing nearby, was startled by Lynn's sudden unsheathing of his sword. He was about to mock Lynn for his erroneous judgment when, from the narrow gap between the bookshelf and the wall, a short sword suddenly extended out of the darkness, heading straight for André's neck!

The one launching the attack was Lynn.

As soon as Lynn saw the coins and manuscripts on the table, he knew he couldn't avoid this confrontation.

The narrow gap he had hidden in offered no cover at all. He relied solely on shadows and visual distortion to remain hidden. It was undoubtedly a very dangerous place, but Lynn and André had arrived too quickly. They were still reeling from their time travel experience, and Lynn's mind was in turmoil, leaving him no time to find a better hiding place or set up a proper ambush. He hadn't even had time to pick up the dropped parchment scrolls on the floor.

If the two of them discovered that there was no one in the cabinet and started searching the room carefully, they would quickly find him. So, Lynn acted without hesitation.

Considering the lethality of the situation, Lynn refrained from using his partially mastered and improved "Frostblade." The short sword he wielded was much more reliable within arm's reach.

The moment André saw the splintered wood flying and relaxed his guard, a strong sense of impending danger washed over him.

Before joining the Witch Hunters, André had been a renowned mercenary, constantly teetering on the edge between life and death. He was intimately familiar with this deeply ingrained feeling. It had saved him once again. Just as the sharp short sword was about to descend, André managed to twist his body and narrowly avoid a gruesome fate of decapitation.

However, Lynn's surprise attack had been lightning fast, and even though André had made an evasive move, he couldn't avoid it entirely. The sharp short sword left a deep gash on his neck.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.

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The prompt in his mind became more urgent, but Lynn couldn't hear it anymore. He felt as though his brain had exploded, and his soul seemed to detach from his body, examining the world in a strange state.

Lynn's dispersed mental power expanded like ripples in water, and his perception of the elements became clearer...

...

"Brunette, black eyes, looks like we've got the right person." Seeing André easily subduing their target, Blaine relaxed his grip on his sword and turned his attention to Lynn.

"You're quite capable, little mouse. If you're so good at hiding, why not cut off a hand and a leg..." André sneered.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt like he was struggling to breathe, and his anger continued to rise.

If it weren't for the last-minute realization that a live person was worth more than a dead one, André would have wanted to kill Lynn immediately.

Blaine, on the other hand, was unfazed by his companion's cruel suggestion and casually chimed in, "Just cut off a hand; otherwise, you'll have to carry him back yourself. Remember to be quick and make sure he doesn't bleed out on the way."

With his back turned to Blaine, André had no time to respond. His face turned purple, and the longsword he held in his left hand crashed heavily to the ground. His labored breathing, previously irregular, had now become increasingly rapid. He resembled a fish out of water, with his heart and lungs on the verge of bursting.

Ten years ago, when he was swallowed by a massive vortex in the Sea of Mist, André had experienced this suffocating near-death feeling. Breathing was nothing more than a luxury, and if he hadn't been exceptionally lucky, he might have already been buried at the bottom of the sea.

But this time, he wasn't underwater, and Lynn's recent attack had clearly not severed his windpipe.

André gasped for air, but his condition showed no improvement. Instead, it worsened, and his grey eyes seemed on the brink of popping out of their sockets.

What kind of magic was this? André immediately realized that the young wizard's apprentice in front of him was up to something, but the overwhelming suffocation response had caused him to miss the opportunity to counterattack. The hand gripping Lynn's neck grew weaker.

At the same moment, Lynn, with his head hanging low, suddenly made a move. His tightly shut eyes snapped open, and simultaneously, the oxygen in the surrounding air was instantly vacuumed away. A short sword thrust upward, piercing André's throat from below!

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