I am a swordsman in a strange city

Chapter 121 Shadows Across the Land
Jason held a glass of wine in his hand, swirling it gently.

He sat there, looking refined and quiet, with a blonde beauty sitting next to him, gazing at him with adoration.

No one knows Jason's original name anymore. There are many versions of his background, and even his appearance often changes. No one knows what he suddenly looks like.

Five years ago, he came to Shanghai and did something big. For many people, what he did was enough to make someone famous internationally, but in his heart, he felt it wasn't enough because he felt that what he had created was quelled too quickly, and that it was actually a failure.

And later, someone tried to intercept him. He felt like he had been caught by the tail. If he hadn't run fast, he would have been intercepted in Shanghai.

And when he's on the international stage, he always feels like he's being chased by invisible footsteps.

However, five years have passed without any incident. This time, he changed his identity and came with the richest man in his country as an attendant. But today he received a message.

The message said that someone from a Southern Taoist organization in the Longxiang Kingdom wanted to kill him.

He was certain that his identity had been discovered by the people of the Dragon Rising Kingdom.

He thought to himself that the people of Longxiang Kingdom were quite formidable.

However, he was not afraid. As long as it wasn't officials who came to target him, he could retaliate. He was also certain that the number of people coming would not be large. If it was just a small group of a few people, he wouldn't be afraid.

Moreover, there are now two helpers. Although it is only a temporary team, he thinks the configuration is very high and reasonable.

The young, robust-looking, square-faced, blond youth, known as the number one knight among the younger generation, exuded a sense of reliability just by sitting there.

Jason knew the Knight's abilities very well; he was a tough opponent in close combat and could be a reliable helper for both offense and defense.

The other person, who looked rather old-fashioned, was from the Rakshasa Spiritual Academy in Longxiang Republic, and he brought some students with him for an exchange program.

Jason disliked him a little when he first met him; he looked old-fashioned, but his eyes gave off an evil feeling.

The evil sorcerer lives up to his name. There's a saying in the Kingdom of Longxiang: there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

He didn't particularly like the other person, but he still acknowledged their abilities.

With a mage capable of both solo kills and group battles, and with himself providing support from the side, and the young knight holding the front, he believed that even if the enemy had a ten-man squad, the three of them could handle it with ease.

He was satisfied with the abilities and setup of his two teammates, but he was also more confident in himself, believing more in his own abilities.

Others only know him for his ability to instigate and seduce, but in his view, it's just that he likes to use his wisdom, which is why he is known internationally for creating turmoil.

However, he never tells others what his abilities are.

"Mr. Jason, do you think anyone will come?" The knight sat there imposingly, the sofa practically sinking in.

Jason remained noncommittal, pouted, shrugged, and then said, "Who would know?"

"Rumor has it that Mr. Jason always has the ability to foresee things. What, does Mr. Jason not have any foresight today?" the evil sorcerer suddenly interjected.

Compared to Jason's bad reputation internationally, while their reputations are not small either, they are all within specific fields and do not possess the destructive power of Jason.

Jason smiled slightly. He knew that these two people were actually testing him, trying to find out what his profession was and what abilities he had combined.

"The ability to foresee things is simply due to good intelligence work. For example, the fact that the two of you are here today is not because I know anything about you, but because someone sent a message to me."

Although he said that, he was still a little wary in his heart. After all, many countries in the world had issued arrest warrants for him, and he was able to escape immediately whenever danger came.

It's perfectly normal for people to doubt their own prophetic abilities.

However, only he himself knew that his professional name was "Prophet".

Very few people can obtain this profession, and it is extremely rare even within their own race. To awaken or acquire this profession, one needs a profound understanding of the doctrine and a fanatical faith in the supreme being. Only then will one have the opportunity to awaken as a [Prophet].

The Prophet has three professional talents: enhanced personal charisma, the ability to foresee a segment of the future, and greatly enhanced learning ability.

Given these two innate abilities, he combined them with his other skills.

Bewitchment, instigation, human charm, prophecy, judgment, ability replication.

With these abilities, he was rarely trapped in danger.

However, many people felt that he was not very good at fighting against others. He would only sneer at such rumors in his heart and never explain himself. Let them misunderstand.

To the soft music playing in the living room, the young and beautiful women swayed gently, seemingly enjoying themselves immensely.

As the sorcerer watched all this, he was analyzing what power was controlling them.

He himself was strong enough in spirit and wisdom to resist the personal charm that Jason exuded at all times.

The blond knight over there also possessed extremely strong resistance. He didn't really want to deal with such a person, but he had no choice. As soon as he got off the plane, he received orders to come here and help this internationally notorious person get away.

So he stopped talking.

He couldn't help but look out the floor-to-ceiling window and had to admit that the night view of Rakshasa City in the entire Longxiang Kingdom was truly beautiful, like a mirage, as if in a dream. If he could stay here for a while, it would definitely be a great vacation.

As he looked at the hazy lights of the city shrouded in fog, this thought flashed through his mind, but then he noticed what appeared to be a shadowy figure on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

At first he didn’t pay attention, because the reflections of the people in the room would also appear on the glass of the French windows, but he soon realized that they were not the reflections of the people in the room.

By this time, he could see clearly that the two people, who had gone from being blurry to clear, were a man and a woman. The man was dressed in white, which made him stand out, but he was being pulled by a woman dressed in dark clothes. If it weren't for the gold ornaments on the woman's head, he would have almost overlooked her.

"Someone's coming!" the knight shouted immediately.

Jason and the sorcerer both saw it. The sorcerer wasn't very surprised. At that moment, he was wondering whether Jason's intelligence was accurate or whether his ability allowed him to know that someone would attack today.

Jason was equally surprised, because from the time he received the message until now, he had no premonition that he was in danger.

If the danger is negligible due to its small size, then it must be because the opponent is weak, making it easier to predict.

So, half-believing, half-doubting, he hired someone to help him, and waited there for his premonition. And indeed, it was all true. Someone really came to kill him, but why hadn't he foreseen it?

When the knight stood up, he and the sorcerer both saw people, but not just in the French windows. They saw the two suddenly split into countless clones and appeared on all the glass objects in the room.

Shadows flickered on the wine glass, their bodies swirling around it, their eyes fixed on Jason.

On the wine bottle, a figure gradually became clearer, moving from a blurry outline.

There were also shadows on the coffee table.

On top of those wine cabinets, a figure moved from blurry to clear.

Above, on the glass lamp on the ceiling, a figure appeared, gradually becoming clearer.

Suddenly, it was as if the glass objects in the entire room were being projected.

The images of people bloomed in the room like a kaleidoscope.

He realized that the enemy attackers had appeared, but they were right in front of him, about to appear. He could see them, but he didn't know which shadow they were or where they were coming from.

In a split second, the three of them found themselves surrounded.

Just then, the evil sorcerer suddenly reached into his robes.

He has a spell called Darkness Descends.

When he acquired this magical ability, his constant mental action was to pull darkness from his pocket to cover all the darkness outside.

Many people, even if they acquire the ability, often find it difficult to truly use it because they cannot convince themselves and cannot accept the logic behind the existence of the spell.

Schools teach spellcasting, instructing students on what magical abilities are possible, which spellcasting actions or incantations are best used to suggest spells, and have developed a complete theoretical system that greatly helps students progress from not knowing how to cast spells to being able to cast them.

As long as the spell [Darkness Descends] is cast, there will be no light and no shadows, thus serving as the landing point for the spell of traveling through the mirror next door.

When the other party cannot see that they have not truly entered, they lose their way to enter.

At the same time, even if he couldn't stop the other party from entering, under his spell, the other party wouldn't be able to see him. Instead, his darkness would shroud the other party, reflecting his every move in his mind.

No matter what spells the opponent casts, they will be weakened by darkness.

This is a spell that can create his own home-field advantage, which he likes to use. Moreover, within this spell, he is in a state of concealment, so the enemy cannot find him, which greatly reduces his danger and allows him to cast spells at his leisure.

However, the moment he put his hand into his pocket, a bright light pierced through the cup in front of him.

The originally distorted shadow detached from the cup in that instant, and the blinding light was not from a lamp, but from a sword.

He couldn't see anyone else; the light of the sword filled his vision.

He didn't even see clearly that it was a sword light, but he knew that deadly danger had arrived.

At this point, the person had already emerged, and the sword light was about to strike. Using [Darkness Descends] was no longer a good option, so he could only use his life-saving ability [Blink] at this moment.

He pointed to the side, and his body disappeared, reappearing about three meters away, flashing towards the tall knight's back.

He had realized that these two attackers were definitely not simple people.

Golden light surged from the knight's body. Although he did not have a knight's sword, his other abilities were still very strong. He raised his arm.

He is about to unleash the Holy Light Slash.

Using his arm as a sword, though not as powerful as the knight's swordsman, he didn't believe the man could catch it.

He had already discerned that the person in the sword was a swordsman, a profession widely practiced in the Longxiang Kingdom. The abilities of this profession were all contained within a single sword. He was not afraid of them; in fact, he could say that any swordsman who encountered him would almost always lose, and none of them had ever defeated him. That was his level of confidence.

One Holy Light Slash followed by a Cross Slash, and then a Holy Light Stomp, is enough to cripple a swordsman.

The evil sorcerer behind him had already raised his hand, making a gun gesture with his fingers. He had an ability called "Gunsless Shooting," which allowed him to achieve the effect of shooting simply by making a gun gesture with his fingers and firing.

But as soon as he raised his hand, the figure holding the sword was no longer visible. It wasn't that Pei Ju had disappeared; rather, Pei Ju had positioned himself in line with him and the knight.

With his view blocked by the knight, he had to move his body sideways to see Pei Ju.

At this moment, Pei Ju had already made a slashing motion with his sword. Although his sword was not drawn from its sheath, it was still slashing diagonally, a variation of the Ghost-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique.

The knight formed his hand into a sword, raised it, and slashed down with a golden light, the golden light as sharp as a sword.

Pei Ju's sword grazed his arm, and the golden light was actually broken by the sword light. He felt a sharp pain, and the golden light dissipated.

He was startled and rolled to the side. Pei Ju did not chase after him. He crouched down, took a step forward, and thrust his sword at the exposed evil sorcerer.

As the sorcerer was about to move behind the knight, he saw the knight suddenly roll to the side. Startled and before he could figure out what was happening, another flash of sword light appeared before him.

He immediately pointed the 'pistol' at Pei Ju, but the sword light was too fast. Before he could even point his hand out, his finger had already been severed and sent flying.

"boom!"

He eventually activated the spell, but this [No Gun Shot] spell did not hit Pei Ju; instead, it seemed to explode.

Between him and Pei Ju, there was only one explosion.

The sword light didn't stop, as if it would never cease, and continued to rush towards his face.

"You can't kill me!" the evil sorcerer shouted in his panic and desperation.

(End of this chapter)