Lord of the Mysteries

Almost instinctively, Klein bent his knees and rolled sideways toward the bathroom door.

Sou!

A small black-feathered arrow stabbed into the wash basin. The arrow seemed to be made of bone and suffused a blue luster. It was extremely beautiful.

If Klein had hesitated in any way, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to escape this sudden attack!

After rolling for a moment, Klein reached into his pocket and attempted to pull out a few tarot cards.

But at that moment, he felt a gust of wind engulf him. Through the corner of his eyes, he saw a black figure quickly closing in on him at high speeds. It appeared in front of him in an extraordinary pose, as he tightened his foot and kicked out from bottom to top.

Realizing that he couldn’t avoid the attack, Klein quickly gave up on his previous intentions and used his elbow to block the attack.

With a bang, he felt his entire left arm go numb, and his body was yanked over, just like in the sport squash, that the middle class loved to play the most, or like a soccer ball that was now popular among the lower class.

What immense strength! Klein’s heart tightened. Without being flustered, he adjusted his body in midair and changed his posture, barely maintaining his balance as if he was performing acrobatics.

Pa! Pa! Pa… At this moment, a tree-bark-colored blow-pipe had just landed on the floor of the bathroom and bounced behind the door, at a declining speed.

Just as Klein was about to stretch out his body to firmly stand and face the follow-up attack, a scene suddenly flashed in his mind.

The speed of the enemy in black far exceeded his expectations, arriving even faster than he had expected. He lowered his body and swung his arm, striking him in the chest.

In the blink of an eye, Klein’s body bent over, spinning half a circle more, like a small ball that kept falling and kept being thrown around.

Pow!

He stretched out his hand and pressed it to the ground, opening his legs like scissors while keeping his head low. It made black-clothed man’s fist miss as it tore through empty space.

The fist that was originally aimed at his chest could only hit his legs after Klein turned his body, but his legs were opened wide.

Pushing up, his legs closed in together, allowing Klein to leap nimbly to the side as he finally managed to stand up straight.

Pow!

Before he had the chance to observe his enemy, the black figure had already arrived in front of him, bringing with it a strong gust of wind.

What a fast reaction! Klein quickly lifted his arms up in front of him to block.

With a dull thud, he felt as if he had collided with a black bear. Failing to withstand the immense force, he could only stagger backward, his arms almost turning numb in the process.

At the same time, Klein finally recognized his attacker.

He had dark skin, a lean and hardy build with recessed eye sockets. He was none other than the “executioner” of the Zmanger gang, Meursault, the person who had come to see Detective Moriarty in the morning!

him as he flung both of his arms, delivering left hooks or

strength and that of his opponent was obvious. He was unable to face him head on, and he had to rely on his agility

With a similar thought, Klein stopped engaging in melee combat. He lowered his body and rolled to

was torn

strength in his waist and continued rolling in a bid to seek a chance to use his tarot cards and self-made

Tap! Tap! Tap!

quickly and kicked out his legs, one after

had zero weaknesses. He made it so that the rolling Klein was only capable of focusing on dodging and defending, without giving him the chance to draw his cards or

Kacha! Bam! Bam!

rack toppled, and Klein had circled most of the way around,

He kept dodging, rolling and tumbling, seeking every opportunity to

the coffee

blow with one arm as jumped back

bulged

hard that it seemed to shake, and he jumped up and shot

with a clang, sending the ceramic tea set flying towards the cupboard, scattering the round fountain pens, the contract template, and the various

momentarily unable to stand up or roll, a fierce glint flashed in Meursault’s eyes. He slid forward, pushing his knee out amidst the shattering sounds of the

he watched this scene. He

had fled to the coffee table in the living room, ignoring the warnings his

saw Meursault’s knee coming at him, Klein’s wrist

mind

Sou!

pressed his wrist, shaking out

Sou!

at Meursault’s throat. At that moment, the distance between the two

was reflected in Meursault’s eyes as he instinctively tried to jump back

Oof!

through Meursault’s throat, penetrating

with patches of bubbling blood gushed out as Meursault fell in front of Klein, his knees heavily hitting the

out the bloodied contract template

unable to stop the blood from flowing

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and stand up. He had a few tarot cards between his fingers, on guard against

activating his Spirit Vision and confirming that his assailant was dead, Klein looked around and didn’t see any other

of the chairs were broken, the coffee table was smashed up in several spots, and porcelain was strewn all over the floor. The entire living room, dining

head, he saw that the sleeves of his suit had been damaged and that the outer layer of the cloth had been stained with a great

a self-deprecating manner, “There’s no

“Haha. Hahaha. Hahaha.”

the rest of his life. He laughed so hard that his body

and

make the

his own prayers, Klein took of a whiff of the refreshing fragrance and used the technique of dream divination to whisper, “The