Hm, this looks like the end. I should commend you for lasting this long against a Servant."
The old man's laugh echoes through the sky.
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Assassin remains silent, in contrast to his talkative master.
Battle is merely work for him.
The Darks that go for his opponent's vital spots are also weapons to measure the strength of his opponent.
He measures his opponent's mobility with the first dagger.
He measures his opponent's action principles with the second.
He always keeps seven meters between him and the opponent.
He maintains a distance at which only projectile weapons are useful and measures his opponent's skill.
If he cannot kill his opponent in one blow, he will force his opponent to a place where he can.
He will drive them into a corner by cutting their limbs and tiring their bodies.
For Assassin, the daggers are merely preparation for his fatal attack.
He uses them to analyze his target's skill, creates the perfect opportunity, and smashes his enemy with his evil arm.
It's just a chore for Assassin, bringing him no joy.
It's a boring chore, but the priest is better prey than he expected.
He has used at least twenty daggers already.
Although he uses them to determine his opponent's skill, each one is still meant to kill.
The priest has blocked them and reached this ruin.
He dismissed the priest as a mere human, but his powers are admirable.