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!

after him as he flung

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

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

was torn

in his waist and continued rolling in a bid to seek a chance to use his tarot cards

Tap! Tap! Tap!

kicked out his legs, one after another, that was

and had zero weaknesses. He made it so that the rolling Klein was only capable of focusing on dodging and defending, without giving

Kacha! Bam! Bam!

Klein had circled most of the way around, but his

go on like this! He kept dodging, rolling and

an idea came to him when he spotted the coffee table in the

with one arm as jumped back towards the living room while enduring

leg muscles bulged

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

moment before being sent flying again, crashing through the coffee table with a clang, sending the ceramic tea set flying towards the cupboard, scattering the round fountain pens, the contract template, and the

or roll, a fierce glint flashed in Meursault’s eyes. He slid forward, pushing his

watched this scene. He

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

coming at

his mind once again, a scene with Meursault’s neck

Sou!

pressed his wrist, shaking out the contract template in

Sou!

it shot at Meursault’s throat. At that moment, the distance between the two of them was less than a meter. Moreover, as Meursault closed in, the distance

Meursault’s eyes as he instinctively

Oof!

through Meursault’s

as Meursault fell in

the bloodied contract template and clutched

flowing out of his wound, and his eyes gradually

his body twitched a

stand up. He had a few tarot cards between his fingers,

Spirit Vision and confirming that his assailant was dead, Klein looked

the coffee table was smashed up in several spots, and

that the outer layer of the

Klein said softly in a self-deprecating manner, “There’s no way to

“Haha. Hahaha. Hahaha.”

of his life. He laughed so hard that his body bent

and walked to the

make

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