One, two, three, four, five ... a staggering eleven acupuncture points lit up brilliantly, flickering across Casio's body. When they were all connected together, it looked like a long serpent coiled up on the surface of his skin. The tail of the snake was wrapped around his sturdy waist, while the fanged and grinning snakehead overlapped with his palm.
Casio's right hand stretched flatly in mid-air, as if the snake-body was slightly bent and prepared to strike, exuding strands of extremely dangerous aura.
Tap, tap, tap ... tap, tap, tap ...
Forward, steps came rushing in. Deadblood rushed with the speed of a cheetah, demonstrating a speed far beyond the human limit. All the assassins were like this; in the eyes of everyone in the Black Spade "A" organization, they were all flying black afterimages.
"A bunch of sheep trying to hunt a majestic lion? Ridiculous!"
Boom!
