In a battle between experts, a single moment of negligence could spell certain death. The likes of Stealthbane, a seasoned assassin, seized any opportunity to strike lethally—there was no room for negotiation.

The current situation was no different. If Stealthbane didn't finish off his opponent, he would risk meeting his own demise.

With a successful strike, Stealthbane stepped back several paces, his brow furrowed as he observed his opponent.

"Damn it! At this level, you are still wearing stab-proof gear?" His blade hadn't found its mark. Though it had torn through the opponent's clothes, they were still clad in protective gear—a realization that caught Stealthbane off guard.

No matter how sharp the blade, it couldn't breach stab-proof armor.

Discarding his torn clothes, the opponent sneered. "I spotted you on surveillance. Isn't this your favorite trick? If I hadn't been cautious, my intestines would be spilling out by now! You've been shot. Let's see how long you can last!"

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