Chapter 39: The Shadow Assassin—This Is Just a Coincidence!-Mass Job Change: My Skills Are All Forbidden Spells with a Ten Thousand Times Boost(By the banks of the Ruoshui River, the wine cups drift along the gentle current.)

"Hello, second-tier Scepter Priest, Lin Han."

At that moment, Yuan Si let out a light laugh. "I never expected the final duel of this tournament would pit me against someone from a priest class. If word gets out, I fear I'll be mocked for the rest of my days."

"It seems there really is no one left in Huiyue City. Even a priest has managed to reach the final."

Lin Han replied with a gentle chuckle, "And what's wrong with being a priest? Do you assassins really think you're so superior?"

"Assassin? I never claimed superiority," Yuan Si sneered. "But let's be honest—priests are the lowest rung in this world."

"I wonder what tricks you used to achieve your second-tier advancement. Perhaps you have some powerful backing, but for a priest, reaching second-tier is likely your limit."

"I admit, your strength is impressive, but that's only because your opponents were so incompetent."

"If I had faced you in the first round, you wouldn't have stood a chance to reach the final."

Yuan Si seemed like a machine built for quarrels, refusing to give Lin Han any room to speak, immediately drawing all animosity toward himself. He genuinely looked down on Lin Han's profession.

"What a disgrace. I imagined the finals would feature all sorts of classes—even any main combat profession would be acceptable. But a priest? This is the dullest match I've had today."

Lin Han had no interest in responding, and the referee beside them couldn't bear it any longer. "Yuan Si, that's enough. There's a crowd watching. Try to leave a better impression."

Yuan Si shrugged indifferently. "This is a world ruled by the strong. If you're weak, you deserve to be mocked. How else can we demonstrate the majesty of the powerful?"

"This isn't your lecture hall, Yuan Si!" the referee said angrily.

Although he didn't care much for Lin Han, after so much time, he had grown somewhat fond of him—at the very least, Lin Han never mocked others. Yuan Si, however, never hesitated to ridicule the weak, treating them as insignificant. Each time he defeated an opponent, he would humiliate them without mercy, something the referee deeply resented.

Yuan Si spread his hands, at least wise enough not to challenge the referee directly. Should he truly be penalized for his behavior, he'd have no way to recover.

"Alright, referee, announce the start. I'm eager to teach this priest a lesson," Yuan Si said with a sinister smile, his scorn plain on his face.

The referee now hoped Lin Han would go all out, give this arrogant youth a taste of humility.

"Begin!" With the referee's shout, the final round of the entrance examination officially commenced.

"Lin Han, rest assured, I'll savor this match. I'll make sure you understand just how vast the gulf is between us true powerhouses and yourself."

"Don't worry, I won't let you be eliminated too quickly."

With that, Yuan Si began to chant.

"Futile conflicts, three thousand shadows.

See through the end of dawn, pierce the soft underbelly of darkness.

O revered God of Assassins, I am your most loyal disciple. Grant me the ability to move unseen in the night, grant me the power to pierce the coming dawn."

Suddenly, Yuan Si vanished from his spot, reappearing behind Lin Han in an instant. He drew his dagger from his waist and thrust it toward Lin Han's inner thigh.

To toy with an opponent, the first move must always cripple their mobility; only a worm unable to crawl can await humiliation.

Yet just as he thought his plan had succeeded, Lin Han abruptly lifted his leg, and the dagger sliced through empty air.

"Did he see me?" Yuan Si was surprised. Given his speed, no one should have been able to react.

Even main combat professions over level ten would have been helpless, forced to accept their fate.

He could not accept that Lin Han had seen through his tactics.

It must be coincidence!

Yes, mere coincidence!

He must have noticed my disappearance and moved to guess my location.

It had to be so!

Yuan Si reassured himself internally, then darted to Lin Han's other side. Lin Han stood perfectly still, gazing ahead like a wooden post.

In reality, Lin Han had already activated his god's-eye perspective, tracking Yuan Si's every move with crystal clarity in his mind.

He cared nothing for Yuan Si's intentions. To him, Yuan Si was nothing but an immature assassin.

Yuan Si struck again, and Lin Han lightly lifted his leg, effortlessly dodging the blow.

"This can't be possible!" Yuan Si slid aside, shock written all over his face.

Both attacks had been swift and precise—impossible to dodge even face-to-face, let alone from behind. Lin Han hadn't turned around; it defied all logic.

Lin Han laughed softly. "What, surprised I could evade your attacks?"

Yuan Si's expression grew tense. There was something unsettling about this priest—utterly different from anyone else.

"It's not your technique that's lacking," Lin Han said calmly. "It's just that I've predicted your every move. To me, you are a child standing naked before me."

"Your imagination holds no secrets."

"Indeed, every gesture you make cannot escape my sight."

Yuan Si roared, "Don't think you can lecture me just because you dodged two attacks by luck. You're not qualified!"

"Who do you think you are, claiming to see through my methods?"

"You're just a priest—a support class—yet you dare speak such words."

Lin Han shrugged. "If you don't believe me, keep trying. See if you can so much as scratch me, relying on your speed and decisive strikes."

Yuan Si grew angry. "You'd better watch yourself, or you'll be begging for mercy under my blade."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Yuan Si disappeared again, pushing his speed to its utmost limit.

Lin Han feigned looking around, but in his mind, Yuan Si's movements were as childish and amusing as a toddler running in circles.