Immortal Martial God

Chapter 1643 Impression

Bluesky and Canyang naturally accompanied Xiang Nan and guarded the bell tower together.

As for the thirty-five killers, they were all hiding in dark corners, observing the situation of the bell tower at any time.

Once they found out that the black sickle was coming, it was the time for them to take action.

Xiang Nan held a wine glass in his hand and said to Lan Tian and Can Yang, "During the mission, I was just a piece of cargo. Under normal circumstances, I would not take the initiative to deal with Black Sickle. Apart from those fifty killers, the only mission of the two of you is to protect me."

That Can Yang excitedly waved his fist and said, "It should have been arranged this way long ago. If you want me to say it, it would be unnecessary for you to hire those fifty killers. In this daddy's eyes, they are just a bunch of trash. It's enough to have this daddy alone."

Lan Tian thought even more. He said thoughtfully, "Are you trying to let Can Yang and I experience the strength of the Black Sickle first-hand, so that the two of us can recognize him?"

Xiang Nan smiled and said, "There are all of them, right?"

Bluesky nodded and lowered his hands. He was ready for everything.

His hands could turn the enemy into sand.

If Black Sickle dared to come, Blue Sky and Sunset would be ready to make sure that Black Sickle would not be able to eat it.

It was late at night, and Xiang Nan was still leisurely tasting the fine wine.

The night of the Gale Fort was even more chaotic. The so-called moonlit and windy night of murder, the Gale Fort enveloped in the hurricane, had turned into a city of true slaughter at night.

Before the night could fall completely, the main city of Gale Fort had already burned with flames of war.

The thick smoke rose into the sky, dyeing the dark clouds even darker.

Judging from common sense, if Black Sickle wanted to assassinate Xiang Nan, he would definitely choose to do so tonight. Taking advantage of the darkness was the ideal state.

The thirty-five killers guarding the bell tower and hiding in the shadows clearly thought the same. They gathered twelve percent of their spirits and were ready to welcome the battle between the experts that made their blood boil.

However, this night was strangely calm, and the black sickle did not come.

"Did that brat retreat in the face of difficulties and give up?" Canyang was puzzled and even made such a guess.

Xiang Nan did not answer.

The sun rose at three o'clock, and it was approaching noon.

The sun hung high in the gale fortress. It was currently hot summer, and the dazzling sunlight was baking this city that had not retreated from the smell of blood. The intense light made people feel a little drowsy.

Xiang Nan picked up his glass and smiled.

He knew that the black sickle was coming, but he didn't remind anyone. Just as he said, he was just a piece of cargo. He wouldn't give any hints to the killers or even anyone, including Blue Sky Sunset.

Lan Tian put his hands behind his back and swept his gaze downwards. He silently said, "This person is also strange. He did not choose to attack at night, but instead, he wanted to act under the great sun."

Can Yang stretched lazily and said, "What? Is that kid here?"

In the bell tower, in the northeast, in a narrow alley beside a restaurant, this alley was dark and moist, and there was a pool of dirty swill on the ground.

The swill was very shallow and could only drown people's feet at most.

It was in this narrow slop that a highly skilled killer hid.

The man held a silver thread in both hands and a dagger in his mouth. He turned into water and mixed with swill.

No one could discover him. Even if someone walked over and even stepped into the slop pit, it was very difficult to discover that there was actually a big living person hidden in this dirty water.

Inexplicably, a black blade silently circled from behind the killer to the front of his neck.

The killer remained vigilant and did not notice the existence of the black dagger at all.

Following that, the black blade gently sliced past.

The killer's body trembled and he immediately collapsed, revealing his true body.

His corpse lay motionless in the slop pit, not knowing how he had been killed until he died.

In the northwest corner of the bell tower, there was a weapons shop. On the eaves, there were six small stone beasts sitting on each ridge. This was called the Ridge Beast, and it was used to guard the building.

There are four ridges, located in the southeast, southwest, northwest, northeast four directions.

The third of the six small beasts on the northeast ridge was no different from the other small beasts and could not see any clues.

At this moment, a black-colored dagger appeared and wrapped around the little beast's neck.

The little beast remained motionless without any reaction.

Following that, the dagger slowly swept past. The little beast actually spat out blood and turned into a human corpse. It lay on the eaves and quietly died.

The thirty-five killers all died one by one. Moreover, their methods of death were strange. Their expressions were still vigilant and cold after death, rather than the shock and despair they should have.

This meant that they hadn't even realized that they had been killed at the last moment before their deaths.

Soft footsteps sounded from within the bell tower.

The black sickle stepped on the disintegration spiral and finally arrived at the top. It arrived at the bottom of the huge ancient bell.

He wiped his chair and sat opposite Xiang Nan. He picked up a glass of wine and took a sip.

Blue Sky was still looking outside. The remaining sun was leaning against a pillar and was about to fall asleep. The two of them did not feel the arrival of the black sickle at all.

Xiang Nan applauded, "Wonderful."

The black sickle raised a finger and said, "Deception."

"To kill a target, a killer must first get close to the target and not be detected by the target. This is usually divided into many different situations," he said.

"Some people choose to deceive their target emotionally, get close to the target, gain trust, and then launch a fatal attack."

"Some people choose to deceive their targets visually and audibly. These killers disguise themselves and conceal themselves so that their targets cannot discover their existence, thus launching a fatal blow."

"But the real expert is deceiving his opponent in terms of impression."

"Impression." Xiang Nan poured a glass of wine for Black Sickle and said with interest, "This is quite new. This is the first time I've heard of it."

The black sickle said, "Impressions are divided into three types. One is called the impression past tense, one is called the impression progressive tense, and one is called the impression future tense."

He took out a piece of paper and a pen, pushed it in front of Xiang Nan, and said, "Please draw out the chair you are sitting on, and pay attention to every detail."

Xiang Nan smiled and did not move.

Black Sickle said, "You've seen this chair before. You even sat on it. But now that I've suddenly asked you to draw it, you find that you have no impression of this chair. You don't know its exact appearance, nor do you know the exact patterns engraved on it."

"I thought you didn't have a good impression of it, and it didn't attract your attention."

"This is called the impression past tense."

At this point, Black Sickle patted his palm twice and said, "I'm Black Sickle. I'm here. I'm sitting here."

However, the blue sky and the sun remained untouched.

Xiang Nan raised his eyebrows and said, "Interesting."

Black Sickle said, "Do you think I blocked their hearing and vision? Do you think I was invisible in front of them?"

"Actually, they didn't. They could see and hear me, but they didn't have any impression of my current existence."

"I didn't attract their attention."

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