Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1032: Hunter Vs Assassin 2

~Sanguis Foetus~

They both recited the Blood pact.

Lenny and Nana paused, their eyes locked in a silent but intense exchange.

Lenny had intentionally reduced his power level to match hers, a bold move that made the crowd buzz with excitement. Nana, a hunter who had never lost her prey, was in her element, and the forest was her domain.

Even if lenny wanted to challenge such a being. Doing it in the forest area was just stupidity.

The spectators murmured among themselves, their voices a mix of awe and anticipation. Nana’s reputation as an unbeatable hunter loomed large in their minds. Many believed that Lenny had sealed his fate by choosing this battle.

Without warning, Nana launched herself towards the forest, her lithe form disappearing into the dense foliage with agile, cat-like movements. She was a blur of motion, her familiarity with forest terrains evident as she seamlessly integrated herself into the environment.

Lenny, however, did not immediately pursue her. He watched her retreating form with a calm, calculating gaze. Only when she was fully absorbed by the forest did he move, striding purposefully towards the trees. His steps were deliberate, almost leisurely, a stark contrast to Nana’s urgency.

The crowd continued to murmur, their collective curiosity piqued. They watched intently, eager to see how the confrontation would unfold in the depths of the forest. Nana’s confidence and skill were well-known, but Lenny’s calm demeanor suggested his stupidity was more than they gave him credit for.

After all, was it not common knowledge that a Hunter would set traps? And here lenny was, letting her have her opportunity.

If it was any other person, it would be a while before they were done setting up traps.

But this was the user of the Hunting system.

In her eyes, every blade of leaf, tree bark, or curve of a protruding root was a weapon she could use to her advantage.

Within her system were already set traps that she could also fix in different places.

This was her domain and Lenny had signed his death.

As Lenny entered the forest, the canopy above cast dappled shadows on his path. The sounds of the lava flowing at the other side faded, replaced by the natural symphony of the forest: rustling leaves, distant bird calls, and the subtle hum of insects. The forest seemed to close in around him, creating a world separate from the one he had just left.

He moved with an almost predatory grace, each step measured and silent. His senses were heightened, attuned to every detail around him. The scent of earth and foliage filled the air, mingling with the faint, lingering trace of Nana’s presence. Lenny knew she was watching him, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

In the crowd, Naamah and Lamastu watched with keen interest. The tension was palpable, the stakes high. They, like everyone else, wondered how Lenny would fare against a hunter of Nana’s caliber in her own domain.

Lenny’s eyes scanned the surroundings, his mind working methodically. He had faced many adversaries, but this was different. This was a test of skill, strategy, and survival. He relished the challenge, his excitement tempered by a deep, unwavering focus.

As he ventured deeper into the forest, the shadows grew thicker, and he was now in Nana’s territory, a place where she held the advantage. Yet, Lenny’s confidence did not waver. He knew that the hunter could become the hunted, or rather assassinated.

Lenny moved through the forest with cautious confidence, every step calculated. But Nana was a seasoned hunter, and the forest was her domain. As Lenny stepped on what seemed like an ordinary blade of grass, he felt a subtle shift beneath his foot—a trap, cleverly disguised.

Instantly, sharp blades shot up from the ground, aimed at slicing through flesh and bone. The mechanism was ingeniously simple yet deadly. Pressure plates connected by thin, almost invisible wires activated a series of spring-loaded blades hidden just below the surface. Nana had set these traps meticulously, knowing that anyone pursuing her would have to tread carefully.

Lenny reacted with lightning speed. He sprang into the air, twisting his body to avoid the blades. He somersaulted, his movements fluid and precise, narrowly dodging the razor-sharp edges. He landed on a low branch, gripping it tightly as he surveyed the ground below. The trap reset itself with a menacing click, ready for the possibility that he fall victim again.

"Interesting!" lenny complimented with a narrow look as he sort to land carefully.

But Lenny’s reprieve was short-lived. His landing activated another trap—a concealed tripwire. A series of spikes shot out from the tree trunk, aiming to impale him. Lenny swung around the branch, using his momentum to launch himself higher into the tree. The spikes missed him by mere inches, embedding themselves harmlessly in the bark.

As he perched higher up, Lenny noticed the forest floor below. It was a web of interconnected traps, each designed to trigger another in a deadly chain reaction. Nana’s handiwork was impressive; nearly every point in the forest was a potential death sentence. Pressure plates, tripwires, and hidden mechanisms were everywhere, creating a labyrinth of lethal surprises.

He had to think quickly. Using his acrobatic skills and keen intelligence, Lenny began to move through the trees, avoiding the traps by navigating the canopy. He leapt from branch to branch, his movements smooth and agile. His sharp eyes scanned for any sign of another trap, and his mind worked to decode the pattern Nana had set.

Suddenly, he spotted a glint of metal—a thin wire stretched between two branches. He grabbed a nearby vine, swinging around the trap and landing softly on another branch. The wire snapped taut, releasing a volley of darts that whizzed past him harmlessly.

He dodged it, but a little grazed him, and Lenny frowned at this. "Poison?" However, that was not all.

Nana had anticipated that her prey might try to outmaneuver her traps from above.

Oh, She was right. because this time around, as Lenny landed. It came at him from all angles. He wanted to move again, but then he realized that the Poison had kicked in....