Hidden Sheath had already sliced through Loki's jacket and was about to press the attack, splitting its owner in two as well. But in the next instant, Loki vanished again.
When he reappeared, he was standing on the roof of a laundromat fifteen meters away from Zhang Heng, looking badly shaken.
Zhang Heng frowned. He had seen clearly that Loki truly hadn't had time to snap his fingers this time, yet he had still managed to teleport at the critical moment. In other words, his teleportation ability had never had anything to do with snapping his fingers. The guy had been acting from the very beginning, using suggestion to link the forced finger snap with his teleportation. He had even been willing to take a slash from Zhang Heng and lose several fingers for it.
But that melodramatic performance had finally come in handy, saving him from Zhang Heng's blade.
And Loki had genuinely been frightened this time. His jacket had been cut in half and could no longer be worn. Looking at the jacket split down the middle, Loki knew that if he had been even a moment slower, he would have ended up just like it. He couldn't help showing lingering fear. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. That was way too dangerous. Sure enough, I can't let my guard down for even a second when facing you."
Zhang Heng did not continue his pursuit. Although he had only swung once, he had not held back. It had been the peak strike he unleashed after unifying his mind and body, and it had taken quite a toll on him. Moreover, he had used the Scales of the Mortal World in that strike. Fortunately, Zhang Heng had left himself some leeway and only doubled his strength, so he did not fall into