It was a vicious attack.
Ura's dagger was clearly no ordinary weapon, but a sinister tier-seven treasure forged for assassination. The blade possessed cruel serrated edges, it tore straight through the general's formidable body armor, twisted unnaturally before ripping outward violently.
Blood gushed instantly.
"ARGHH!! Bastard!!"
Despite the injury, the veteran general reacted immediately. His muscular body twisted sharply as he countered with a brutal elbow strike powerful enough to shatter steel.
Unfortunately—
He hit nothing.
Ura's body had already dissolved into dark smoke.
The concealment master reappeared several meters away almost instantly, his aura fluctuating wildly while his dagger remained dripping with blood. Without giving Anderson even a second to recover, Ura launched forward again with terrifying speed, this time aiming directly for the general's neck.
However, just before the dagger could land, Ura's movement suddenly slowed for a fraction of a second.
