Assassination II

CH86 Assassination II

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Without caring for the close distance, Alex casted another spell.

Grade 2: Fireball.

It wasn't the strongest version he could unleash, but at the less-than-five-metre distance between him and the axeman, it didn't need to be.

The explosion that followed blasted them both apart.

Alex slammed hard into the alley wall behind him, his back lighting up with pain.

When the dust settled, he saw the axeman had been thrown a distance away—slumped against the opposite wall, seated upright, with a jagged metal rod impaled through his chest. Likely a shrapnel fragment from something in the alley, dislodged by the blast.

The wound was severe. Fatal, eventually.

But Alex wasn't in good shape either.

His breathing was ragged, and his entire body ached. Even with his Everspring Rune and Light-attribute mana working to heal him, recovery would take time.