How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 49 Bare-Handed Strike

Kane didn't need to turn around; it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

With a sudden flick of his right wrist, the dagger at his waist flashed with a cold light, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, precisely meeting the attacking weapon.

"Ding!"

A sharp, piercing sound rang out as the two blades clashed, sparks flashing briefly in the dimly lit room.

In that brief moment of light, Kane was able to make out the assassin's appearance.

A man wearing a faded coarse cloth shirt, the hem of which was stained with mud.

He was rather thin, but his eyes held a wolf-like ferocity as he stared intently at Kane.

Kane frowned and asked in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"

The man did not answer, but instead lowered his wrist and launched another attack.

As the blades clashed, he used the recoil to leap backward.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"You Night's Watchmen and the city guards, you hung the bodies of our comrades on the walls for all to see, and now you ask me who I am?"

"Which organization are you from?"

Kane pressed for more information, deliberately slowing his movements.

The names of the underground forces previously reported by the sheriff included: the Night Owl Society, the Silent Children, the Blood Hand, and the Forsaken...

It flashed through his mind.

This group's assassination attempt was clearly aimed at the Night's Watch.

The man countered another move, suddenly jumping back to create distance.

The veins on his forearm bulged, and his wrist, gripping the dagger, twisted strangely, clearly preparing for a fierce attack.

Kane, alert and on high alert, continued to press for answers:

"Did an information broker leak my address? Besides me, how many other Night's Watch members' addresses do you know?"

The man pursed his lips, his cheeks tense.

He remained silent, refusing to utter a single word.

The next second, he pushed off the ground with both legs and pounced forward like an arrow.

The dagger whistled through the air, its blade aimed straight for Kane's vital heart.

Kane didn't hesitate; a thought crossed his mind.

Blood rushed through my arm, and I felt a surge of power far exceeding that of an ordinary person.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce his body, the man felt a sudden jolt in his arm, and a tremendous force came through him.

Clang!

With a crisp clang, the dagger in his hand was knocked away.

After spinning in the air and drawing an arc, it slammed into the wooden doorpost with a "thud," still buzzing on its own.

The man's face showed horror, his pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of pinpoints, filled with disbelief.

Before he could react, a heavy force slammed into his chest.

The man groaned, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

Kane turned and walked to the cabinet in the corner, opened the cabinet door, and pulled out a bundle of thick hemp rope.

He pressed one knee against the other person's lower back and twisted the other person's arms tightly with his other hand.

They quickly and efficiently bound the wanderer tightly.

Unless someone helps, there is absolutely no chance of breaking free.

He then turned around, picked up the greasy rag on the table, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into his mouth.

This was to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide after waking up.

Only then did he look down at his fist.

The knuckles still felt numb.

"Should I specifically train in hand-to-hand combat?"

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suppressed it.

"You are an arcane mage, not a monk."

He reminded himself in a low voice.

His gaze returned to the assassin bound like a dumpling, and his brows furrowed again:

"I wonder how many more Night's Watch members have been attacked."

That evening, Kane dragged the unconscious man out of the apartment.

The coachman on the street corner looked on in surprise, but upon seeing the Night's Watch insignia on his clothes, he immediately composed himself.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Night Watch Headquarters"

The driver dared not ask any more questions, cracked the whip and drove off, the wheels rolling over the stone road, making a clattering sound in the quiet night.

Kane handed the assassin over to the interrogation room, instructed his team to interrogate him carefully, and then immediately headed to the 13th Squad's encampment.

As soon as we arrived, my teammate Gavin rushed over:

"Kane, you're finally here! Quick, to the chapel, the captain's there!"

Kane's heart tightened, and he quickly ran in the direction Gavin pointed.

The Night's Watch headquarters chapel is an ancient stone building.

Heavy curtains divided the main hall into temporary wards, with candlelight flickering through the gaps in the curtains.

This place was originally the church of a certain god during the time of the gods.

After the gods ceased to appear, it was converted into a medical station for the Night's Watch.

At this moment, the chapel was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the bitterness of herbs and medicines, making people's nasal passages feel tight.

Many wounded soldiers, wrapped in bandages, leaned against the headboard groaning, some convulsing in pain.

Several doctors wearing bird-beak masks were busy around the operating table, the clanging of metal instruments mixed with the screams of the wounded.

What's even more distressing is that seven or eight beds were covered with clean white coarse cloth.

Kane knew this meant death.

"Reed, you better not die."

He silently repeated the command to himself and quickened his pace.

I haven't repaid the favor I owe you yet.

His gaze swept quickly across the beds.

Fortunately, he soon spotted a familiar figure.

Reed lay half-reclined on the bed, his body wrapped in white bandages.

His right hand, in particular, was swollen like a rice dumpling, with dark brown bloodstains soaking through the bandages.

Sienna, Braden, Hans, and others gathered around the bed.

Hans was holding a red apple in his hand, crunching it on.

It was clear that he ate Reed's fruit while "offering his condolences".

Seeing Kane enter, Hans grinned and gestured with his chin towards Reid:

"Your team members have arrived."

After saying that, he nodded to Kane and tiptoed away, leaving room for further conversation.

Kane walked to the bedside and looked at Reed.

The usually cold and sharp captain was now as pale as a sheet.

"It's good that you're still alive."

Kane sighed softly, his voice lowered.

Reed let out a muffled groan from his nose, then simply closed his eyes, his cheeks slightly flushed.

As a second-tier spellcaster, he was clearly embarrassed to be ambushed by an assassin and sent to a hospital room.

Kane looked at Sienna and gestured for her to explain.

Sienna shook her head helplessly, and seeing that Reed was unwilling to speak, she smiled and said:

"Last night, on his way home, the captain was attacked by several underground professionals."

"He used his Thunder Wave to repel most of the enemies in time, but during the battle, he accidentally injured a female resident who was passing by."

Kane paused for a moment, then raised his hand to interrupt her:

"Wait, let me guess."

He glanced at Reed, whose eyes were closed and whose face was still pale, and said with certainty:

"Was it because you were distracted protecting that female passerby?"

"So she was also part of the underworld, and stabbed you when you weren't looking?"

Sienna blinked her emerald green eyes, her face full of surprise:

"You actually knew that?"

Kane sighed, rubbing his forehead, a knowing look on his face.

He knew all too well the spellcaster's weaknesses.

They fear running out of spell slots and being left with no spells to use, and they also fear enemies getting close and fighting, disrupting their spellcasting rhythm.

This assassination attempt was clearly premeditated:

First, send someone to hold Reed at the front and deplete his area-of-effect spells.

Then, have your companions disguise themselves as innocent passersby and approach him, launching a sneak attack when he is distracted and has a moment of weakness.

This was clearly a calculated move, not a deliberate one.

This insidious scheme involuntarily reminded him of the necromancer Flynn he had encountered before.

"Why didn't you use a protective spell before the battle?"

Kane asked Reed.

Reed slowly opened his eyes and shook his head, saying:

"I did make a mistake."

Kane didn't provoke him further, thinking to himself:

"The opportunity to repay favors has arrived, and the long-delayed side quest can also be completed."

He nodded and told Reed and the others in detail about how he had captured the assassin.

Not long after, the team member in charge of the interrogation rushed in, looking grim.

"The assassin had just woken up when he started screaming madly, 'Flynn will kill all of you Night's Watchmen, and all those lowly commoners too.'"

"After saying that, he bit off his tongue and committed suicide."

He lowered his head and apologized with a guilty tone:

"Sorry, we were unable to extract any more useful information."

Kane frowned slightly but did not blame him.

His attention was completely drawn to the words "lowly commoners".

All the recent clues flashed through my mind: the Night Owl Society's underground passages, the assassin's premeditated attack, Flynn's name...

A growing sense of unease crept into my mind.

"How did the city guards deal with the underground passage where the Night Owl Society was located?"

Kane suddenly turned to Sienna and asked.

Sienna thought about it carefully and said:

"Captain Alvin assembled a team of second-tier professionals to explore the area, and they reported back that they found nothing unusual."

"However, the depths of that passage connect to the Seventh District..."

"Those underground forces managed to dig such a long hole between the city walls without being detected. The bigwigs of the city guard must be having a hard time sleeping."

Kane did not respond.

He had already guessed that the passage connected to other locations; otherwise, he couldn't explain where those goblins came from.

At this moment, his mind was filled with those two key pieces of information:

"Lowly commoners" "Seventh District"

not good!

Their targets, besides the Night's Watch, are also the Night's Watch.

And there are the unarmed civilians in the slums of the Seventh District!