General Hamza: He was a man with black, thin and short hair and black eyes. He had an average height and a fit body. Despite this, he came first among the candidates of his term in the academy. It was because of his mind, not his body. He had been in a lot of fights at the academy and had won them all undefeated, of course, intelligence wasn't the only trick. He also had a lightning power.

But right now it was all unimportant.

He had the majority of the soldiers with him and only 2 soldiers remained with him. On the other hand, only a dozen assassins were missing from the group of assassins, and the assassins were scattered all over the corridor. The general was positioned between the door to the sultan's chamber and the assassins, and was considering what he could do. An assassin dashed forward with his slender sword. He was planning to cut the opponent by making a vertical swing.

General Hamza's lightning power was to see time as if it had slowed down. In this way, he saw what the other would do and reacted accordingly. With this feature, he could easily cut even a bullet.

With the effect of this feature, he nullified the assassin's move by turning on his heel. Then he cut off the assassin's head with the sword in his hand.

The general was fighting to prevent them from entering the sultan's chamber, but he knew it too, there was no way he could defeat them all, yet he continued to defend without showing any signs of fear or hesitation.

At that moment, harsh sounds of someone's execution came from the other corridor. At that moment, everyone turned and looked at the other corridor, because the sound of walking wasn't the only thing coming. It was almost as if he was spreading intense pressure to show that he was coming. The heels of the shoes hit the ground hard.

TAK... TAK... TAK...

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While everyone was listening to the sounds in silence, the source of the sounds could be seen from the end of the corridor.

The person making all that walking noise was a man dressed in black with a sword at his waist. He had blood-red hair and red eyes that matched his hair. He had a long body. The sword at his waist was a jet black color just like his clothes and was longer than normal swords. He had a stern temper on his face. He had deep wrinkles on his face. He looked like a middle-aged man. And those red eyes were focused on the assassins, watching their every move carefully.

"Who is this man?" thought the assassin leader.

The swordsman glanced at him for a moment to check the general's condition. Taking advantage of this, an assassin jumped with great force in the direction of the swordsman. Despite being an assassin, he carried a large, plain-looking battle ax in his hand. His body was much longer compared to other humans, and his body was also extremely large. He gripped his ax tightly in both hands while it was in the air. After jumping, he drew his ax up to the back of his head as he descended. Seconds later, he would reach the swordsman.

The swordsman had already taken his eyes off the general and was watching the ax assassin. He took his sword in his right hand. But there was one element that stood out. The swordsman had not unsheathed his sword.

The ax assassin slammed his ax against the sword with all his might, but the sword didn't move an inch. The ax assassin's feet touched the ground, straightening his stance. Just then, another blade-wielding assassin stepped behind the swordsman with his strength. It was very fast, it was difficult to follow even with the eye. The swordsman first struck the ax assassin in front of him with his sword. Even though the ax assassin blocked his attack with his ax, he was pushed back with a great shock. The bladed assassin swung his blade into the swordsman's neck.

The swordsman bent down very quickly, and then immediately struck the assassin's jaw with his sword.

The impact of the blow, the knife assassin was unconscious and blood was pouring from his nose.

Witnessing all these events, the ax assassin backed away with quick steps.

One of the assassins stepped forward. He was skinny, short. He drew his sword from its black scabbard. The hilt of the sword was black, the rest of the sword was green, just like his eyes.

This assassin's name was Marcus. It was someone the leader knew. Even though the assassins normally didn't know each other's identities, Marcus and the leader's friendship was long-standing.

"MARCUS!" the assassin leader thought to himself

The leader had no doubt that Marcus was strong, but he knew that the man before him was stronger.

The wind stirred around Marcus' sword.

The swordsman frowned and

"What a hassle," he said sternly. His right hand gripped the hilt of the sword and prepared to unsheath his sword. He unsheathed his sword.

A great bloodthirst suddenly filled the entire room.

"What a bloodlust this is. And that sword is undoubtedly the source of this bloodthirst. But how can a sword spread bloodthirstiness." thought the assassin leader.

Bloodlust had instilled much fear in Marcus and the others. Marcus frowned and stepped back, walking over to the assassin leader.

"We must run," said Marcus. Trying to keep her calm.