A smug expression appeared on Loki's face. He was the God of Lies and Mischief, and his obsession with lies and pranks was an instinct he had been born with. Back in Asgard, he had always loved the feeling of dancing on a blade's edge, only to end up toying with everyone in the palm of his hand.
His combat strength had never been the greatest among the gods, let alone compared with Thor, Asgard's foremost warrior. But even Thor came to him whenever he encountered a problem he could not solve. His mind was his true reliance.
From the moment Loki first saw Zhang Heng, he knew what Zhang Heng was planning. He also knew that Zhang Heng had shot arrows at him to test and understand his teleportation ability, hoping to find a flaw in it. Yet Loki had not exposed him. He had even deliberately shown Zhang Heng the range of his teleportation.
He also knew that Zhang Heng had to be searching desperately for an item on him that could be used for teleportation. Thus, Loki had deliberately used an ordinary coin to stage that earlier act, pretending that once the coin left his hand, he could no longer teleport. He tricked Zhang Heng into slashing at him, only to seize the chance to teleport behind Zhang Heng again.
He had already obtained the Arrow of Paris from Zhang Heng. Now, picking up the Plague Bone Bow would make a nice pair of the two items. Loki was also rather curious about this B-grade item from the rider on the white horse and wanted to take it for a spin.
But the instant his hand touched the bone bow, he sensed that something was wrong. Hidden Sheath, which had been cutting toward where he had stood