Chapter 729: At the End of His Strength

Clang!

Blades crossed, and Komuto was sent crashing down once again. His greatsword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

No.

Panting, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, he crawled in a wretched state and reached for his sword.

He had to fight.

He had to stand up.

"How much did Fisso pay you?"

Lausanne the Second stood opposite him, expressionless.

"Enough to make you risk your life like this?"

A fortune large enough to change his life?

Or a promise that would remove all his worries afterward?

Komuto touched his greatsword and gave a soft snort.

Money?

How laughable.

The Hundred-Step Ranger struggled to pick up the greatsword and rose unsteadily.

"I came of my own will. I wasn't paid."

"Then this is a private grudge?"

Lausanne the Second looked numbly at his opponent, who was gritting his teeth and struggling on.

"Did I harm a friend of yours, or a lover?"

"No."

"Then why?"

Komuto clenched his jaw, shook his head, and charged again.

Not bad, Lausanne the Second thought slowly with a nod. This attack at least had form. It was steady and composed. He had clearly learned from the failed rush just now.

But it merely had form.

Clang!

With a sharp ring, Lausanne the Second launched an unexpected counterattack. The two figures touched and split apart.

Compared with the killer's ease, Komuto grunted miserably and staggered back seven or eight steps. In the end, his strength could not hold. He had no choice but to brace himself on his sword, breathing violently.

Lausanne the Second shook the fresh blood from his blade and advanced step by step.

Not for money, and not for a person?

Then this fellow had lost his head and gone mad chasing fame.

"Fisso."

The killer's steps halted.

"What?"

Komuto panted. He slowly turned his head and looked at the crooked, twisted homes around them, grief in his eyes.

"This place, the new suburb, will always be this hellish mess. It will never get better, because there are great poisonous tumors like Razzanchi Fisso here..."

Blood ran down Komuto's face, but his expression was dazed. He did not seem to notice it.

"He thinks he can cover the sky with one hand. He only has to lift a finger to turn this whole district into his hunting ground. He forbids residents from leaving. He forbids people from coming out of their homes. They can only hide inside, trembling, praying Fisso catches his prey sooner..."

Lausanne the Second tilted his ear slightly.

Of course.

He could hear them. Behind the earth walls of countless houses and alleyways, the trembling breaths, the sobs, the voices offering comfort...

He knew his own background.

Was this damned bony wretch also someone Fisso had invited?

Lausanne the Second roared angrily, turned, and swung his arm, but his sword cut through empty air.

"Therefore, you are caught in a deadlock. If you attack, you cannot last. If you retreat to feed, you lose your reason."

Yannik appeared on a rooftop more than ten meters away from him, his smile brilliant.

"You have long since become a spent bolt. There is no cure."

A spent bolt...

"Admit reality," Yannik concluded with a smile. "Tonight, you cannot win."

Lausanne the Second fell silent.

But only for the next second.

His figure blurred, and in an instant, his entire body appeared on the rooftop, attacking right up to Yannik.

Clang! Ring!

This time, the sounds of impact were far more piercing than any before.

And far more frequent.

Yannik could no longer maintain his earlier bearing. He defended in a sorry state, but he was still struck by a sword. Blood flowed freely, and he had no choice but to retreat in a flying leap.

"If I cannot win, then should I do nothing at all?" Lausanne the Second said coldly.

Yannik retreated to a safe distance. He frowned at the wound on his hand as it gradually recovered, then looked with distress at his luxurious sleeve, now split and stained with blood.

"Well said."

Yannik lowered his arm. His gaze slowly turned cold, and killing intent gradually rose.

"One must always do something."

Lausanne the Second focused completely, lowering his body and bending his knees, ready to meet the attack.

"For example..."

Unexpectedly, Yannik stretched a hand toward Lausanne the Second and smiled.

"What if, at this very moment, someone were to extend you a helping hand?"