As soon as Zion appeared before the assassin, the latter's face paled. He had seen the way this servant was able to break the bed's leg so easily. Sweat beads had appeared on his forehead seeing that scene, and he soon realized that Zion might have had a power boost too! This aspect made things difficult for him multiple times!

He raised his hands and instinctively blocked the attack from the half-minotaur that came to him with full force. To his surprise, Zion in his servant identity managed to throw him off, and he staggered a few feet back. But the assassin recovered soon after this and raised his hand to attack the servant. At this time, since his assassination attempt was already uncovered, he wouldn't care less about hiding himself in the shadows and attack this person with all his power! ​​

At this time, Zion felt that the person before him in black robes changed his tactic again. Earlier, this man was using a different kind of sword fighting technique, but right now, the sword's angle suddenly changed that made it seem more like it held brilliant force that was enough to kill off anyone.

Zion's eyes stuck to that sword for a moment before he gritted his teeth as he called out to the system in his mind. "Oi, 007, cancel the transformation. I guess this will take some time."

The system didn't come out, but it facepalmed himself as if saying, 'I knew this would happen.'

After that, Zion raised the wooden leg in his hand and rushed at the assassin with a cold expression on his face. But how could a mere youngster of the modern world who hadn't learned anything about martial arts in his past life be an opponent of an assassin who was a master in the art of fighting?

Back when Zion was still working for the FBI, he primarily dealt with the scene, leaving the rest of it for the police officers. He never had to indulge himself in fights with the criminals. Even if he had been forced into such a situation of life and death, he would always have his colleagues behind his back.

After all, he just had a year of experience in the professional field where only guns spoke louder than fists. Of course, it wasn't as if he didn't know how to fight at all. He still had his basic defense skills that were taught to all the officers before they joined such a high post. But at this moment, such a skill couldn't match the assassin with years of experience.

Soon, Zion realized that he had once again, created a pit for himself by underestimating his enemies out of the rising arrogance in his heart.

The two of them continuously exchanged blows in that cramped space as it further destroyed their surroundings. The current 'bedroom' looked more like a place filled with trash and broken furniture. Dust rose in the air every time they broke a piece of furniture to the point that no one could recognize what it was before being slashed into bits and pieces.

But even after the entire room was destroyed, the two of them still couldn't pause. It was probably because the assassin could use magic that had saved him a couple of times. Whenever Zion would force him into a corner, the assassin would use his magic to hide for a few seconds before appearing from a completely different location to throw Zion off guard.

And when this thing happened too many times, even the detective felt sweat dripping off his forehead. He didn't know fighting was such a hassle. If he had known about this earlier, he would have focused on improving his fighting skills before solving the case!

He gritted his teeth and launched another attack on the assassin. No one knows how much time had passed, and Zion wasn't in a mood to count it, but soon afterward, he felt the energy draining from his body. As soon as this happened, his face went pale.

"F***." After this word, every kind of cursed word escaped his lips.

Just what kind of luck did he have?! First, an assassin stuck close to him when he was still trying to do his detective work, and when he was trying to get rid of that person with the help of fifty extra points, he was stabbed in the back only because he didn't possess enough skills! He wanted to shout at the heavens for forcing him into this kind of situation. But what else could he do? Right now, the only thing that had kept him alive was also slipping out of his hands, making him realize how naive he was to think he could escape merely with the help of his system.

Zion had forgotten the fact that the assassin in front of him was probably a high-grade fighter who had trained for years! Even with all the power and speed he had, he wouldn't be able to empower this assassin with years of experience! Soon after that, the energy was drained from his body as the wooden leg fell from his grip, anf his steps staggered.

When the assassin saw his opponent's condition, his steps paused a bit before his body flashed beside Zion, who had already fallen on the ground, unconscious. The man in black robes squinted his eyes and used the handle of his sword to nudge the detective's face as if he were merely trying to test the waters. When he saw that the servant didn't move, he released a breath of relief and put back his sword in his sheath.

Phew, this man had higher strength and speed. It was good that this servant didn't have many skills that failed him. If not for this fact, the assassin would have become a pig butchered under this person's wooden leg. When he remembered the thing that caused him countless injuries, he glared at the shattered weapon beside Zion and kicked it.

The assassin was so much injured that he would have to spend another few months to bring himself back to his feet! It was a good thing that his employer this time had offered him more money than he could ever comprehend. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to keep his calm until now.

After this, he picked up Zion's body by the latter's collar and sneered. "My work is nearly finished. I would only have to bring this man in that room, and I'll be done with my duty."