From the Abyss of Stars Part 1

068. Li Aozi, You've Played Me Twice!

068. Li Aozi, You've Played Me Twice!

Swoosh—

Nimotin's form intersected with the Cannibal's, a brief clash yielding no clear victor—enough to disgrace an 【Assassin】 like Nimotin.

Professions under the 【Artisan】 category, including 【Biochemists】, are usually seen as fragile, cultured, and knowledgeable. But the Cannibal suppressed her, a veteran martial artist with two military-grade plugins, using only his physical prowess.

Moreover, the pervasive green gas rapidly corroded her breathing filter. While Law IV uniforms had anti-corrosion properties, protecting skin and alloy prosthetic weapons, Nimotin lacked reinforced lungs.

【Destruction】's three initial professions: 【Warrior】, 【Ranger】, and 【Assassin】, allowed the first two to freely implant numerous prosthetic parts, especially 【Rangers】, who could replace even cells to enhance output.

However, 【Assassins】 could not; maintaining agility and stealth required minimal implants to avoid disrupting the energy concealment effect.

Organs like lungs, heart, and spine couldn't be easily replaced, as energy would carry synthetic metal scents, exposing them.

Consequently, inhaling biochemical toxins, even if not fatal, would leave her vulnerable.

"Breathing filter system durability at 34%—damn it, did Li Aozi run away again?!"

Nimotin couldn't help but be distracted, recalling Li Aozi's notorious acts: burning banks, threatening smugglers, impersonating Rose Army, escaping Abyss Humanitarian, and toying with Law IV agents—his escape skills and instincts were extraordinary.

"What are you looking at?"

The Cannibal gave her no time to regret or think, his form suddenly disappearing.

"Huh?!" Nimotin was alarmed, holding her breath and using energy perception to locate him.

Surrounded by corrosive gas, once out of sight, his form was hard to discern in the green fog.

"Being distracted during battle is an insult to the strong."

Before he finished speaking, the Cannibal's claws suddenly rushed forward, wind and dust trailing half a step behind his massive frame, his gaping maw nearly upon her!

"I'm~ right~ here~"

Startled by his speed, Nimotin couldn't take the strike head-on.

She dodged the hit, but the Cannibal's body stopped abruptly, twisting to slash at her waist with his gleaming claws!

Without thinking, Nimotin activated her military-grade plugin.

[Nomad Military]

With an explosive sound, gunpowder gas burst from her feet, propelling her tens of meters away. But she had no ammo left for covering fire, merely creating distance.

Pop—sizzle!

She landed, and the Cannibal's electrified claws lunged again.

"You don't have enough gunpowder to keep dodging, agent."

The Cannibal casually remarked, missing her as she ducked, rolling away in terror before unleashing her energy, avoiding direct confrontation.

"This guy isn't a normal Beta rank (β). How has he not lost any stamina? Those bioelectric currents could easily be 10,000 volts—if they hit, my prosthetics would short-circuit!"

Nimotin felt the urge to curse.

She tried checking the Cannibal's information but found nothing in Law IV's database. Such high-level intellectuals and elite fighters couldn't originate from the Outer Territories—he must be from the Four Nations.