After unsheathing his sword, the skull-faced assassin took a step and immediately vanished from sight, then reappeared before Moore and Marcy with his sword aimed at their necks. Before Marcy could react, Moore quickly held out his hand and grasped the sword with his index finger and thumb. The skull-faced assassin was taken aback by Moore's swift reaction and pulled back on his sword, but Moore held onto it tightly. He struggled for some time, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't regain control of his sword. Eventually, he pulled out a hidden dagger and attempted to stab Moore, but Moore was on high alert. He released his grip on the sword, causing the skull-faced assassin to stumble backward. Marcy, standing behind Moore, sneered mockingly. After regaining his composure, the skull-faced assassin smiled and said, "It seems I have met my match. For so long, I haven't encountered anyone who is my equal in a fight, but today I have found a worthy opponent." He continued, "And because you are a worthy opponent and deserve my respect, I will introduce myself. I am the assassin known as the Cleaner, but my real name is Luther Kane."
After the introduction, he took something from his sleeve and threw it in the direction of Marcy and Moore. Marcy, sensing the imminent danger, screamed "poison foam!" and immediately tried to scramble out of its path. Moore, on the other hand, just stood still as if he was immune to the poison. He leaped forward toward Marcy and offered her protection from the gaseous poison. At this moment, a bright protective light surrounded them and repelled the gaseous poison away from them. The cleaner assassin, Luther Kane, twitched his eyes a little. What a shocking turn of events, he thought to himself. He looked at Moore and Marcy with newfound respect. He spoke out in a loud voice, "It seems fate has brought me my greatest achievement - to kill the strongest opponent ever known to me." Marcy snorted, "All you have are just tricks.
You are not even a man!" she replied. "I am an assassin, what do you expect from me but tricks?" The cleaner assassin replied. Despite the tense situation, he remained calm and did not let his guard down. Again, he took his stance, with a composed and self-assured manner. He seemed poised to strike again with his sword. Suddenly, he vanished and the surroundings were enshrouded in darkness. As the darkness enveloped both Marcy and Moore from all sides, Marcy spoke to Moore, "He is using the Shadowless technique, but his seems to be stronger." Moore nodded in acknowledgement, but he did not seem bothered by it. Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on the darkness before leaping into the air and throwing a punch at the darkest point. Before long, the cleaner assassin was sent flying in the air and landed on the floor with blood coming out of his mouth. Moore spoke with a calm demeanor, "Your tricks won't work against me. If this is all you have to show, you can never defeat me."The cleaning assassin, while wiping the blood from his mouth, replied, "This is just the beginning. I will not rest until you are dead." With that, he shot out needle-like objects from his sleeve, aimed at Moore. Moore, who seemed to be anticipating the cleaner assassin's move, somersaulted backward and did a double flip in the air to avoid the objects.
The assassin's face grimaced as his sneaky attack failed to kill Moore. But in a matter of seconds, his face brightened again as he let out a sigh. "You are now in my trap," he said, pulling out a device from his pocket and pressing it without hesitation. Moore, sensing danger, yelled, "Marcy, bomb! Take cover!" The surrounding containers were filled with incendiary materials, designed to explode upon impact by the remote device.There was a loud explosion, sending debris flying through the air and scattering pieces of metal everywhere.
As the dust settled, the expression on the cleaner assassin's face became even brighter. He thought to himself, "No one can survive my bombardment once they enter my killing zone." But before he could finish his thoughts, he noticed a gleaming image of Moore and Marcy in the corner, unharmed by the explosion. The cleaner assassin was shocked to the bone marrow and became dumbfounded. He could not believe what he was seeing with his own eyes. He could only scream, "How did you manage to survive?" His mind couldn't comprehend the significance of this sudden turn of events. Moore, still in his trance-like state, replied, "I told you, little tricks like this can kill me. If you have nothing else to offer, I'm afraid it's time to die," as he slowly emerged from the thick cloud of smoke while holding onto Marcy. The assassin mustered all the strength he had left and took his stance again, poised to attack with no holding back, murmuring to himself, "I will kill you, even if it means dying with you. I have never failed before, even in death I will not fail." As he spoke, his aura became even more deadly. He unleashed a series of shadowy figures filled with after images. Marcy's expression became intense as she thought, "What kind of trickery is this?" Moore, on the other hand, sighed as his demeanor became icy. He thought to himself, "You think I won't see through your illusions?" He leaped forward, creating his own after image. As the images began to attack each other, the sound of men fighting could be heard from all directions. The battlefield became a scene of light and darkness, with each after image representing light and darkness. As Marcy watched from the sidelines, she wondered which one was the real Moore. In the midst of the battle, a figure slowly walked up to a shadowy image and punched it hard. A scream was heard as all the other shadowy figures disappeared. The cleaner assassin asked, "How did you know which one was me?" Moore replied, "You can't hide your shadow from reflecting." The cleaner assassin said, "Oh, I see. You saw through my illusions."