How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 32 The Enemy in the Dark, We in the Light

In the rain, two figures suddenly crossed paths.

The dagger clashed with the curved blade, the crisp sound instantly piercing the continuous rain.

Kane calmly parried and countered with only his scimitar.

At the same time, he quietly activated his water manipulation technique.

The raindrops around him transformed into his eyes, precisely capturing every movement and swing of his blade from his opponent.

If the other party makes the slightest movement, the water droplets will be scattered.

Kane's scimitar could always, in an instant, block the path of the opponent's attack.

The attackers grew increasingly terrified as they fought.

No matter how the attack changes, the dagger's edge always precisely collides with the curved blade, as if walking into a trap.

What's even more unbearable is that every time the metal clanged together, a bone-chilling cold would emanate from the handle.

After only a short while of fighting, his fingertips began to stiffen, and his speed noticeably slowed down.

He suddenly jumped back to create distance and looked down.

A thin layer of white frost had formed on the dagger's hilt.

"Enchanted Weapon!"

We absolutely cannot get hit!

Alarm bells rang in the man's mind as he confronted Kane through the rain curtain.

Kane carefully observed the other party.

It was a face with no distinguishing features, perfect for covert surveillance.

He initially thought they were assassins sent by a demonic cult.

But the silent killers believe in "stopping killing with killing," and when they do something, it's close-quarters combat.

But the person in front of me was hesitant and cautious in his moves, always on guard.

Instead, they resembled thieves among wanderers.

Kane asked bluntly:

"Who sent you?"

The man suppressed his shock, and his hoarse voice came out.

"Kane, born in the Dark Forest, met Victor in Nilfgaard."

"...The latter killed Ethan of the Flying Squirrel Merchant Guild, absconded with the money, and his whereabouts are unknown..."

Kane's anxiety eased slightly.

What the other party discovered was a carefully crafted false identity.

But his face showed just the right amount of bewilderment:

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. I haven't seen Victor in a long time."

Stop pretending!

The man spoke with a mocking tone, his eyes fixed on his curved blade, his greed blatant.

"What gives an ordinary adventurer the right to enter and leave the Library of Truth?"

"Can afford enchanted weapons? And get close to the sheriff's niece?"

He said viciously:

"Hand over the thousands of gold coins from the Flying Squirrel Merchant Guild, and we might spare your life."

"Thousands of gold coins? You?"

Kane's lips twitched slightly.

He initially took a maximum of five hundred coins, but the rumors multiplied several times over.

He immediately realized the seriousness of the problem:

This is a "huge sum of money".

It's enough to make countless low-level professionals and outlaws pounce like sharks smelling blood.

This will completely disrupt his subsequent plans.

"We need to find out exactly how many other people know about this!"

Thinking of this, Kane raised an eyebrow and gripped the knife in his right hand.

He suddenly pushed off the ground and shot out.

The curved blade, shrouded in cold rain, slashed straight at the opponent's shoulder!

The man's pupils constricted sharply, and he hastily raised his dagger to parry.

In the instant he used the momentum to turn to the side, a gleaming throwing knife flew from his sleeve.

A direct thrust into Kane's chest!

Become!

He was overjoyed.

But the next second, the thrown knife was caught by an invisible hand.

It froze in mid-air, then suddenly flew back!

"What?!"

The man hurriedly dodged to the side, but could not avoid the curved blade that followed closely behind.

The sharp blade grazed his arm, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound; the wound was already severely frostbitten.

With the added benefit of the rain, the Frostbite spell from the magic trick inflicted even greater damage.

He staggered backward, his voice trembling:

"What exactly is your profession?"

He had assumed he was dealing with a Tier 1 Wanderer.

Who would have thought that the other party not only knew magic tricks, but also had such bizarre methods of controlling weapons!

"I am just an ordinary arcanist."

Kane smiled, his tone nonchalant.

The man refused to believe it and quickly retreated during the pause in their conversation.

He took out the healing potion and was about to pour it onto the wound.

But as soon as the stopper was removed, the medicine was drawn away by an invisible force.

It slipped into the rain and disappeared in an instant.

"Holy...water manipulation?!"

The man looked speechless, but that silence quickly turned into despair.

He never dreamed of this.

Kane has managed to make such a variety of interesting uses out of this ordinary trick.

"Tell me, what's your background? And how many other people know about this?"

Kane pressed closer, his voice turning cold.

"If I tell you, will you let me go?"

The man gave a bitter smile.

"Won't."

Kane answered crisply and decisively.

"Kill me! Someone will avenge me!"

The man's face showed determination.

With another dagger sliding out from his sleeve, he gripped the blade with both hands and charged forward with a roar!

……

The outcome of the battle was a foregone conclusion.

The rain is getting heavier.

The man's body fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes lifeless.

The fatal wound on his neck was bleeding profusely, but the blood was quickly washed into the mud by the rain.

Seeing no hope of escape, he slit his own throat.

Kane looked at the corpse, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

Back when he fought against the Silent Assassins like Laun, he had to rely on his immortality to trade blows.

Now, he can easily crush first-tier wanderers of the same level.

"Not enough."

He muttered to himself, his eyes calming down.

"Compared to a real enemy, this level of strength is nothing."

He had no way to dispose of the body.

But rainwater will wash away the marks.

Moreover, this is the slums inside the seventh city wall of Shantar City.

Fighting is commonplace.

He turned and disappeared into the rain.

Not long after he left, several poor people with their necks hunched over cautiously approached him.

They quickly stripped the body of all valuable clothing and equipment.

Immediately afterwards, several gang members wearing leather armor arrived.

The burly man's eyes lit up:

"A professional's corpse!"

"Take it to the mage tower; those mages will definitely offer a price to buy it!"

However, just as they were preparing to move the body...

A series of heavy, rhythmic thuds of leather boots hitting the water followed.

Just then, a patrol of city sheriffs happened to pass by.

Seeing this scene of openly moving corpses.

The captain's face darkened, and he immediately blew the whistle.

A sharp whistle rang out in the rainy night.

A man dressed in light armor with a stern expression arrived.

The black eye emblem was engraved on his breastplate.

This is the symbol of the Night's Watch.

He crouched down and glanced at the corpse's face, his brow furrowed.

"How did the hyena with the rusty hand end up dead here?"

……

The rainy night was deep.

Kane returned to his lodgings, completely soaked.

He looked at the small house he had only lived in for a few days and couldn't help but sigh.

"We can't stay here for the time being."

Although the tracker is dead, the forces behind him will never let it go.

The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light; staying here would be tantamount to exposing ourselves to danger.

"Fortunately, Zeya is relatively safe with Lady Weaver's protection."

"And I reminded her not to contact me until the problem is resolved."

Kane packed his simple luggage, his mind racing.

This rumor of "thousands of gold coins" is like a piece of fresh meat thrown into a pack of hungry wolves.

If a powerful force cannot be found for protection, similar harassment will continue indefinitely.

Moreover, he desperately needs to learn first-level spells to truly enhance his strength.

"Should we adjust our plans?"

He walked to the window and gazed at the majestic city wall in the rainy night.

On the wall, several blurry black figures were still on duty in the rain.

"This is a crisis..."

He muttered to himself, but his eyes gradually brightened.

"Perhaps, this is also an opportunity."

He made the decision without hesitation and left his residence that very night...