Chapter 19: Rain-Drenched Duel

The pedestrian street was packed with people. Every shop had customers going in and out.

Lucas moved quickly through the crowd, careful not to enter any stores. He was afraid he might corner himself with no way out. For now, he could only stay on the street, walking while thinking of a countermeasure.

Behind him, Medusa followed silently. She wore a black leather jacket, her long black hair hanging like a veil. Her face was expressionless, yet her killing intent was unmistakable. As she walked, she listened to the stream of thoughts pouring out from Lucas’s mind.

[Every time she kills someone, she soaks in a bathtub for hours afterward. Deep down, she still has a conscience. Killing makes her suffer, and bathing is her way of washing away the blood.]

[Most people in that much pain would seek a way out. But not Medusa. She stayed on the path of bloodshed until the end, because she was David’s tool. She had no choice. After all, David is the male lead. His halo is limitless.]

[Her death was a minor climax in the story. She was a popular character ... but even after she died, David didn’t care. He quickly promoted Athena to replace her.]

Medusa grew more shaken the more she listened.

Master ... is the male lead?

And she was just a supporting character at his side? A tool? Someone who dies midway?

After her death, he actually promoted Athena?

That was her mortal enemy. More than once, Athena’s schemes had nearly killed her.

How could her master treat her like this?

While the two of them circled the street, looping around the same paths again and again, a low rumble of thunder echoed above. Rain poured down suddenly and without warning.

The people in the street quickly rushed into nearby shops. Beneath the dense curtain of rain, only Lucas and Medusa remained.

Lucas slowly turned to face her.

He had been dodging her all this time, but she refused to let him go.

There was no point in running anymore.

He had no choice but to fight.

He wasn’t just some helpless weakling now. At the very least, he had three ancient martial arts techniques: Legendary Light-Footwork Technique, Eight Trigram Dragon Palm, and Chain-Link Phantom Leg. On top of that, he had a buff that boosted wound recovery speed by 10 percent. All his physical attributes were at the level of a seasoned fighter.

A battle against Medusa wouldn’t necessarily mean instant death.

He took a deep breath, steeling his nerves and clenching his fists. His sharp gaze locked directly onto Medusa, who stood a short distance away.

She was already soaked. Her black hair clung to her scalp, making her look even more ghostly.

Her posture and the way she kept her head low without showing any opening made it clear that she was a top-tier assassin.

Since arriving in this novel world, this was Lucas’s first time preparing to fight back.

Because he had run out of options.

In the original story, Medusa never chased Lucas. But he knew that, except for the time she died for the male lead, Medusa had never once failed to kill her target.

Maybe today would be the exception.

The people hiding under the eaves of nearby shops looked out at the rain and curiously at the two young people standing dozens of meters apart in the downpour.

“What are they doing?”

“No idea. Are they a couple having a fight?”

“Doesn’t look like it. Kinda feels like they’re filming a movie.”

Medusa gripped her butterfly knife tightly.

Lucas stood just ahead, within reach. All it would take was one precise strike at full speed, and she could kill him, escape, change her identity, and disappear completely.

But for some reason, she didn’t want to act.