The reason Morin didn't use a person as his target was that he didn't know what kind of effect this skill had.
And the facts proved that Morin's decision was correct.
After the sound of what seemed like a sonic boom, and a while later
"I didn't expect running out of mana would feel like this"
Morin mumbled, leaving behind the trash can with two new holes in it and the mess on the ground from his rapid charge. He took advantage of the fact that no one was around and left the area.
It had been a long time since he had felt so empty, and just now, the backstab skill, which used up the remaining half of his mana with a single use, had successfully given him that feeling.
It was like how a normal person would feel after a one-night stand, if they could even get up the next morning.
But thankfully, this feeling was only due to the lack of mana. Morin took about a minute to recover, waiting for his body to absorb and replenish some mana from the natural environment, and the feeling disappeared.
With such a huge consumption, the effect was naturally significant.
The moment he activated the skill, Morin entered an extreme state.
He moved at a speed he almost couldn't react to himself, rushing behind the chosen trash can and instinctively performing a backstab!
The entire process was so quick that Morin felt if he were on the receiving end of this attack, he would have no way to react, dodge, or defend against it!
Morin had no weapon in his hand at the time, but when he made the stabbing motion, an energy blade naturally appeared in his hand.
It pierced the trash can with almost no resistance, giving it a fatal heart stab!
(Trash can: "What? Did I do anything to you? Are you a @#&%*")
"I can use this as a final trump card, but I definitely can't use it at the beginning." Morin made his decision.
If he used it at the beginning and ran out of mana, how could he fight afterward?
He couldn't afford to be so weak!
...
"What did you mean before?"
When Morin was close to the training base, Wick called.
Although the activity with Helen had only lasted a dozen minutes, Wick had deliberately waited several hours before calling Morin.
For a man, other things might be optional, but the timing was non-negotiable!
Even if it was faked, he had to save face!
"Training base? What are you going to train me for?"
"Some techniques that will be useful to you, of course," Morin said, stopping his car. "Wick, you're strong, but
you're not strong enough."
"I'm curious," Wick said. "What kind of techniques?"
"For example," Morin walked into the training base. He had already heard some screams and hitting sounds coming from inside.
"A technique that can make bullets curve. Want to learn it?"
Wick: "!!!"
"If you want to learn, then hurry up and come. Also, our
first mission will start soon."
With that, Morin hung up the phone and walked into the
factory.
Inside the factory, a scene of a loving father-son relationship was unfolding, and the hitting and wailing sounds Morin had heard from outside were coming from this.
Wesley was being beaten to a pulp by Carlos.
"So, is this how you assassins train?" Morin went to stand next to the cross-armed Fox and asked a question he had been wondering about for a while. "Does every assassin train like this?"
"Have you not gone through it?" Fox countered.
"Of course not," Morin shook his head. "I don't need to."
"Who knows what kind of freak you are," Fox said,
remembering Morin's ghost-like speed and unmatchable strength from before. She explained, "We use this method to train our will and to stimulate and strengthen our bodies."
"Also, in the state of activated assassin's bloodline, while our vision, speed, and strength are enhanced, our senses are also amplified. If we get injured at that time, the pain we feel is several times what it would normally be."
"Only by undergoing repeated hardships and having an iron will can we withstand the intense pain without fainting or exiting the assassin's bloodline state."
"Then" Morin was deep in thought. "I have a question."
"Hmm?"
"Can't you just not get hit?"
Fox: "???"
Next to them, the panting Wesley had been paying close attention to the conversation between Morin and his goddess, Fox.
Just like any young man in the throes of a secret crush, Wesley was very concerned about any man who got close to the object of his affection, afraid that his goddess would be snatched away.
But when it was his turn, he couldn't even manage to say a word.
And when he heard what Morin just said, his eyes lit up.
"That's right, Father. If I don't get hit, I won't need to train like this anymore, right?"
Wesley was now very skilled at calling him 'Father'.
Carlos didn't say a word. He just punched Wesley in the face, knocking him down.
Carlos's face was dark.
Do you think you're that monster who can dodge bullets at will?
If you had that kind of ability, would you need me to train you?
Wouldn't you just take me down in one or two moves?
Can't you face reality, you idiot!
To not crush Wesley's confidence, Carlos couldn't say
these things to him directly.
With a feeling of frustration and unspeakable anger, Carlos hit even harder, making Wesley cry out in pain.
Fox, on the other hand, gritted her teeth.
Morin's contrarian remark made her feel very uncomfortable.
How come I feel like I'm being looked down on?
"Since you're so confident, why don't we give it a try?" Fox suddenly had an idea.
"Of course," Morin raised an eyebrow, also getting interested. "How do you want to try?"
"Since you said not getting injured is all it takes, let's see if you can remain completely uninjured in a hail of bullets." Fox said.
"What do you say?"
"As you wish." Morin agreed without hesitation.
Just in time, he hadn't yet tried out the enhancements from his newly upgraded [Beginner Templar Bloodline]!
...
"Are we really going to do this?" Wesley looked nervously at Morin, who was standing fifty meters away.
He whispered to Fox, "I just have a bad feeling about this. What if something happens?"
"Don't worry. Just use all your strength," Carlos said with a dark expression. He was a little annoyed that Wesley asked Fox and not him.
"That man is far more terrifying than you can imagine!"
"Yes," Fox said with a serious face.
"I've seen it myself. It's like a monster."
"Really?" Wesley, who had not yet seen it for himself, was a bit skeptical, especially since it was coming from Fox.
When the woman you like praises another man, it's natural for any man to feel skeptical and annoyed, even if he knows it's true.
"You'll see for yourself," Fox shook her head and stopped talking. She entered assassin's bloodline mode and began to take deep breaths.