The Final Fate
Zhang Heng ran and leaped through the mountains like an agile cheetah.
The gunfire behind him had already grown sparse, becoming scattered until... it vanished completely. Zhang Heng knew that everyone who might have come to help him tonight had already appeared. So, he would have to walk the rest of this road alone.
Zhang Heng ran for a while longer before seeing a burly man in leather armor blocking his path.
The man gripped a massive battle axe. Dressed like a Viking, he boomed in a voice like a great bell, "I am..."
Before he could finish introducing himself, Zhang Heng's Hidden Sheath had already slashed down at him. The Viking hurriedly swung his axe to meet it, but just as the two weapons were about to collide, the blade before his eyes changed again. In a flash, it shifted from a slash to a thrust, stabbing straight at his exposed chest.
The Viking let out an enraged roar. At that moment, he knew it was too late to pull back his axe and block, so he simply continued chopping down, hoping to take Zhang Heng down with him.
At that moment, it was undoubtedly the right choice, but the result was not what he had expected. Hidden Sheath stabbed mercilessly into his chest, yet Zhang Heng immediately sidestepped the fierce axe blow.
The Viking tried to keep swinging his battle axe, but the punctured spot suddenly erupted with excruciating pain.
The pain was so intense that he could no longer even hold his weapon steadily.
Nor did the terrible pain lessen with time. On the contrary, the agony that had initially flared only in his chest began spreading throughout his entire body.
Zhang Heng withdrew his saber and looked at the Viking warrior kneeling halfway