Master Dao Works as an Assassin in the West

No assassin would ever openly confront an organization, as this would be tantamount to seeking death. But obviously he didn't think so. His assassination was too stupid, so stupid that the task of killing the leader turned into defeating the entire organization in his hands. As an assassin, you want to take the enemy's life in a leaf and leave quietly, leaving behind the panic after you realize it. But he would only cause a panic, leaving traces of corpses on the ground behind him. Blooming between life and death, balancing on a high cliff in blood, this is the supreme elegance of an assassin. He's too casual for an assassin. He is fit to be a warrior, and a massacre is his behavior. The art of assassination will only be tainted by him. I am alone, traveling across the ocean, to see what kind of sparks will arise between the Eastern monks and the Western magic. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.