Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

The two then separated.

Before falling, Domi dispersed the little air it had onto the landing surface to minimize the impact of the fall. Before hitting the ground completely, it rolled over to absorb the force, and after rolling around on the ground a few times, it was almost fine.

At most, I suffered some minor abrasions.

Vincent, who was used as a scapegoat by Domi, was not so lucky and could only silently endure all the harm.

Sometimes middle-aged people aren't in good health either. Someone like Vincent, who was pale and out of breath after running just a few steps, clearly overworked. He almost passed out from that fall.

It took him a while to catch his breath before he could finally speak. The first thing he said was, "Guards! Guards! There are assassins!!"

The crowd below was already shocked to see the two fall, but when the word "killer" was uttered, the shock turned into panic.

Everyone scattered and fled like a flock of frightened sheep, screams filling the air.

At this point, nobody cares about the deceased anymore. If we don't hurry, the funeral might have to be held as well.

After all, he's an assassin.

What? Just a seven-year-old child?

That's an assassin too.

The magical world is never short of geniuses.

As ordinary people were dispersed, Kingsley's guards poured in from every corner of the venue.

The scraping sound between the armor was like the death knell.

Just as they were about to surround his escape routes, Domi realized that they could not delay any longer.

Altaïr had taught him that missions must be completed, but more important than missions is one's own life.

Always leave yourself a way out.

With some time left, Domi decided to take both the mission and his life!

Vincent was still stuck in the pit, unable to get up. His whole body was numb from the fall, and he didn't know how many bones he had broken.

Not only was his body unable to allow it, but he also lacked the willpower to stand up again.

He's just a useless person whose will has been worn down by power and money.

Domi pulled the dagger out from behind his back, gripping the handle with only his fingers.

Take a deep breath and concentrate all your strength and energy into your forearms and waist.

He was visualizing the action of throwing a javelin in his mind, which was exactly what he was doing.

Use the rotation of your waist to transmit power to your forearm, and then gather it all into the power of the dagger to strike!

"Behold my astonishing swordsmanship, the number one swordsman in Chang'an!"

"call out!!"

The dagger flew so fast that it exceeded the range of human vision in an instant, slicing through the air.

It was in Domi's hand just a moment ago, and the next second it was on Vincent's forehead.

Scalding blood mixed with brain matter flowed down from the gash on his forehead, staining half of his face crimson, his vision blurred by the color of the blood.

His body gradually slipped out of his control.

Powerless, weightless, as if drowning in the deep sea, finally falling into eternal sleep...

With his head tilted to the side and his hand shrugged, the dignified patriarch of Kingsley died in the pit.

"He...he killed the patriarch!"

"Catch him, don't let him escape!"

Seeing their patriarch killed, the guards were undoubtedly to blame. In order to find a new employer, they had to give the Kingsley family an explanation.

And that confession was the killer's head!

They seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, and the encirclement was formed even faster.

"This is going to be difficult..." Domi grinned, "Looks like we have no choice but to bite the bullet and fight our way out!"

Four small green bottles of potion appeared in his hand. These were free 'energy potions' that could serve as a substitute for adrenaline and alleviate the side effects of rapid breathing.

He popped the stopper open and gulped down the contents of his mouth. Afterward, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and became energetic again.

Looking around, guards wearing only light armor had already surrounded them.

Light armor was theoretically sufficient, but the only drawback was that they weren't wearing helmets.

It's like exposing the most vulnerable parts of the neck and head, making even adults no different from children.

Domi leaped up and jumped in front of the nearest guard, smashing his fist directly into the guard's neck, the spike protruding through his body.

He then flung his arm, splattering blood onto the eyes of the surrounding guards.

Taking advantage of the moment when their vision was obscured, Domi circled around behind them, choosing not to kill them, but instead ran straight towards the main gate.

"Stop him! Stop him!"

"Don't be afraid, he's just a little kid!"

Kingsley's captain of guards roared in frustration.

The guards formed layers upon layers of human walls, blocking Domi's only way through.

The longsword swung at him without hesitation, and the pursuers even stabbed him in the back with spears and halberds.

But he dodged them all and continued forward as if he were in an empty field.

Seeing that Domi was almost at the gate, the guard chief finally lost his temper and launched into a tirade of curses:

"A bunch of useless trash! I'll have to handle this myself!"

With a pained expression, he pulled a parchment scroll from his pocket. It was covered with magical sequences and exuded a strong aura of fire magic.

If Connor were here, he would immediately recognize that this is a scroll containing medium-level magic.

By applying just a tiny bit of magic to trigger it, you can use the magic stored inside.

The fat guard captain wore a smug and cruel smile.

"Die, Intermediate Fire Magic - Wall of Fire Serpents!"

Chapter 49, Section 48: One against a thousand, invincible against ten thousand!

As the fat guard infused magic into the scroll, deep red flame patterns lit up, as lifelike as if they were real creatures.

When he pointed to the spot where the spell was cast, the scroll immediately turned to ashes.

The next moment, a towering wall of blazing flames with extremely high temperature blocked the gate, the wall surface composed of countless writhing fire serpents.

They coiled together, and once someone approached the wall of fire, the fire snakes that made up the wall would frantically pounce on the person who approached. Several guards who were blocking the gate were unable to escape in time and lost their lives as a result.

As the snake flicked its tongue, it would also release a wave of heat, instantly turning the entire hall into a boiling furnace, baking everyone inside with its intense heat.

Under intense exercise, Domi was sweating profusely, and his physical strength was rapidly depleted.

As he snapped someone's neck, he glanced at the wall of fire serpents blocking the entrance. Very well, there was no way to leave through the gate now.

He had seen clearly what happened to those unfortunate guards.

Such a large living person was devoured by the fire snake in an instant, leaving not even ashes. If he dared to force his way in, he would definitely suffer the same fate.

"Where else can I escape to..."

Looking around, he focused his attention on the rectangular window on the side.

Seemingly noticing Domi's intention, the guard captain waved his hand and gave the order:

"He's trying to escape through the window! Stop him! Don't let him succeed!"

Domi was suffering, and the group of adults who were taller and wearing armor were suffering even more.

Not only were they exhausted, but most of them also showed symptoms of carbon monoxide poisoning.

When breathing becomes difficult, it slows down the brain's reaction time.

Hearing the fat man's words, it took him about two seconds to react before he rushed over to intercept him.

However, those two seconds of delay inadvertently helped Domi, and he was now just one step away from the window.

A sliding tackle followed by a punch to the chest took care of the last two roadblocks. Domi crossed his arms in front of his head and leaped forward!

“Pilingbanglang”

The glass shattered on the grass.

After jumping out, Domi rolled and successfully escaped the fire.

Compared to the inferno-like scene inside, the air outside was incredibly fresh.

He breathed deeply and greedily, and the body-tempering technique subtly expelled the impurities he had just inhaled, giving his host a clean body.

However, before he could rest for long, the guards chased after him through the hole in the window.

Seeing that Domi had escaped the house, the fat guard chief removed the Fire Serpent Wall, otherwise the fire would have burned down the old master's house.

Without the firewall blocking their way, the guards split into two groups, attacking Domi from the front and back.

Pursuers were coming from both the front and the back, and there were towering walls and security bars on both sides. Moreover, reinforcements were constantly arriving from the outer camp, forming an insurmountable human wall in the open space in front of the mansion.

Neither advancing nor retreating.

Perhaps if he were given a few more years to grow, he could use his ki to create a Rasengan and then wipe them all out at once.

But that's just wishful thinking; he's still a novice, and that's an unchangeable reality.

"hiss……"

Domi felt a little despair, but more than that, he was excited.

He used to see people in movies and TV shows doing amazing feats of fighting against thousands of enemies, which was so cool and brave!

It always gets his blood pumping.

Now that he has such an opportunity, how can anyone refuse?