Transmigrated with my corruption system Chapter 47: The Sisters of Death

A mont of silence passed as his words lingered. Behind him, Amber and Lyra furrowed their brows even deeper.

Why was he talking into empty space? Was there soone there? They didn’t have to wait long. From the darkness, another voice echoed, freezing them in place.

"Ooh... big words. I’m so scared." A teasing voice trailed over them, layered with a tinge of surprise and shock behind the façade.

Their art of lding into darkness and erasing their presence completely was almost peerless. It was this secret art that allowed them to even face peak E-rank beings.

Yet the youth before them had discovered their presence in a single glance. His talent must have been strong. Absurdly so.

"Interesting... you seem very talented."

A more mature voice echoed, tinged with coldness before muttering icily.

"Pity that won’t be enough to save you."

Two figures. Ulric smiled, confirming his thoughts.

"Why don’t you co out so we can play..."

He barely finished the words before his danger instincts flared wildly. He could feel three projectiles rushing toward his head.

When they crossed the twenty-ter range, he was able to easily identify them as daggers.

Without wasting another mont, he grabbed the scythe hovering above him, knocking off two. The last evaded him as it seed to change direction midway.

Just as it was about to pierce his head, he jerked back violently. The dagger missed its target by a small margin. That was close.

He breathed out, turning slightly to watch as it lodged into the ground before him. His eyes suddenly widened.

Where the dagger struck, black veins stretched across the ground as a sizzling sound echoed. Acidic poison? He mused.

It wouldn’t end well if the blades even scratched him. His eyes narrowed slightly before he turned his attention back to the two outlines.

"Fine. Have it your way."

As his words echoed, his figure bolted forward, the synthe tightly gripped within his hands.

Almost instantly, multiple blades streaked toward his fra. Only this ti, he was prepared.

Using his scythe, he knocked most of them away while dodging through the air at odd angles.

The two outlines hidden in the darkness narrowed their eyes. Being able to find their hiding place was already bad.

They were assassins, and most of their lethal attacks relied on the elent of surprise.

Now that it was gone, a huge margin of their advantage had been cut off. But as they threw blade after blade at the approaching figure, they couldn’t help but notice sothing.

With every step he took. His maneuverability increased. Allowing him to dodge their attacks easily.

Which should have been impossible.

The information they had acquired painted him as a mage.

Yet he had the strength of a warrior and the reflexes of an assassin. The longer ti passed, the higher their frustration grew.

The Sisters of Death taking so long to slay a re F-rank being?

If word of this spread, their reputation would take a huge hit. At the side, Ulric exhaled, his brows arching slightly.

The two figures were more evasive than he had anticipated. With a huge arsenal of sneak attacks that were growing harder to deal with.

Every ti he closed in, they would crush a ball of darkness that burst into a mist enveloping their bodies.

The next mont, mirages of them would flicker in multiple places across the room.

Before all unleashed attacks.

Masking the real attacks within a sea of feints that were almost impossible to tell apart.

Which forced him to rely heavily on his instincts, only reacting when they were twenty ters in, allowing him to tell them apart with his spiritual field.

Which couldn’t help but make him sigh in relief a few tis mid-battle. If he hadn’t acquired a spiritual field, he would have long been dead. Which served to emphasize that strength truly wasn’t everything in battle.

The cycle repeated a few tis.

Before a realization dawned on him.

A faint smile stretched across his face. They were trying to draw him out. And when he was tired, they would swoop in for the kill.

The only thing they had failed to consider was the absurd number of attributes he had dumped into endurance.

If he wanted, he could engage in this battle for hours without losing his edge. Sothing he doubted the two figures could do.

But he didn’t have all that ti to waste.

He was slowly growing tired of this.

Exhaling slowly, he tried sothing entirely different.

He closed his eyes. Before dropping into a lotus position. The outlines of the two figures suddenly paused mid-motion.

Surprised by the change. Before the teasing voice echoed again.

"Have you given up already? I was only starting to have so fun." Followed by a pearly giggle.

"Quit playing around and finish him off."

Filtering through the voices, he inhaled softly, then exhaled.

Quickly finding a steady tempo as his concentration heightened. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the wind howling as blades tore through the air, rushing to impale his body.

Many were feints. Only a few were real.

He could easily navigate through them, dodging when they entered his spiritual field.

But he didn’t. He remained still. That would only plunge him back into the loop.

In his mind, the battle sequence unfolded repeatedly at the back of his thoughts.

Ti seed to slow as he analyzed everything.

Until slowly, a pattern began to appear.

If his spiritual field had been large enough to encapsulate the entire room, he could have ended this instantly.

It would have allowed him to predict their attack sequences imdiately. Instead, he tried sothing else. Using his heightened senses, he attempted to rge them with his spiritual field.

The result was instant. A quick pulse spread across the room. Allowing him to see everything within it for a split second. And that alone was enough.

He could see them drop a ball before it burst into a mist of darkness. Only this ti, he knew where they would both appear.

"Gotcha."

He smiled. Tapping the ground, his figure shot into the sky. Instantly after, corrosive daggers pierced into the ground where he had been seated, creating micro-fractures.

Mid-air, he called upon the darkness.

It instantly coalesced into two short blades.

In the next instant, he shot them in two different directions.

At first, they seed to hit empty air. But monts later, mists of darkness rose and as the two figures erged, the blades struck true.

Gasps of pain echoed shortly after as they both dropped to the ground. Satisfied with the results, he slowly walked forward.

His hands behind his back. Analyzing the two figures now fully visible. Both were draped in black stealth suit that stretched across their figures.

On the left was what appeared to be a middle-aged woman. The tight outfit highly accentuated her voluptuous fra. A blade currently lodged in her torso as blood sputtered out.

The other figure looked far younger. The outfit she wore accentuated her curves, though not nearly as defined as the older woman.

At her heel, a blade was currently lodged deep, pinning her to the ground. Looking at their figures, the devilish smile on his face widened.

"Tell ... how do you want to die?"

Barely a mont after his words echoed, he watched the middle-aged woman pull out concealed blades and hurl them toward him.

The gesture made him smile. By now, they should have known their blades posed no danger to him. The smile on his face froze. When the blades suddenly streaked past him.

A realization slamd into him. The blades weren’t aid at him.

But at Amber and Lyra behind him. As the thought struck, his face dropped. Extending both hands, darkness seeped out in overwhelming torrents.

Forming a wall of darkness. Still, that didn’t ease him. For the first ti since he replicated Lyra’s talent, he utilized ice frost.

From the darkness, ice rushed out to reinforce the wall in a second layer.

When the poisoned daggers pierced through the wall of darkness, they had already been mostly corroded. Still, they managed to pierce through the wall of ice.

Their speed had noticeably lessened. Allowing him to catch them mid-motion. Just before they struck.

A cold breath escaped his lips. Looking up, they were unhard. But their faces had paled. Sweat dripping down their skin.

The sight caused his jaws to clamp together.

If he had been even a mont late, two of the people he cared about most would have been taken from him.

As the thought crossed his mind, the smile on his face vanished. Replaced by icy coldness.

Turning slowly, his crimson eyes seed to light up faintly as a chilling voice echoed.

"I wouldn’t have done that if I were you."