Nothing to Worry About
Zhang Heng realized that he had likely found a way to upgrade Hidden Sheath during this battle, but for the moment, he had no time to carefully inspect his saber.
After severing An's scepter, no one in the service area could stop him from finishing off Set. Zhang Heng only wanted to get this most important task over with as quickly as possible, lest something unexpected happen.
So he ignored the stunned An and turned back toward the convenience store.
Having witnessed the gunfight and the two subsequent battles beyond all common sense, the cashier had long since fainted on the floor. Zhang Heng ignored him as well, returned to Set, then raised Hidden Sheath and drove it into Set's back.
Even after stabbing him, Zhang Heng was still uneasy. He pulled out Hidden Sheath, preparing to cut off Set's head as well, when a sudden warning flared in his heart.
To be honest, Zhang Heng had no idea where the danger was coming from. An's two guards were still sprawled there, and An had just had his scepter severed. He was currently immersed in disbelief and resentment. For Zhang Heng, one more slash—one final slash—would likely be enough to end this completely.
But the combat instincts he had honed through so many instances still made him stop. At the same time, he immediately raised Hidden Sheath before himself. Almost at the exact instant he did so, a silver hammer tore through the night and flew toward his chest at an unimaginable speed.
Hidden Sheath collided with the hammer, and Zhang Heng felt as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed train.
Almost instinctively, he activated the Scales of the Mortal World on his chest. At this point, Zhang Heng could no longer afford