The instant the assassin holding the curved blade lost focus, Zhang Heng's Persian Swords, which had knocked aside the arrow, had already drawn back. It then traced a bizarre arc through the air. When the curved-blade assassin saw it again, he also saw the blood on its edge. At some point, the sharp blade of the Persian Swords had sliced upward through his neck and chin.
"Losing focus in a fight isn't a good habit." As he spoke, Zhang Heng darted behind a stone pillar. Only after he pressed his back against it did the curved-blade assassin's corpse slowly collapse.
Zhang Heng had faced two opponents alone and successfully killed one assassin despite their preparations, yet he could not feel happy about it. These assassins choosing to strike tonight meant his identity had finally been exposed. Worse still, it indirectly suggested that the Blade of Balance had most likely suffered a crushing defeat in its war against the Hounds and Autrus.
Moreover, unlike the expendable assassins sent to die by the bridge earlier, the assassins waiting for him in his Domus tonight were clearly of a higher rank and more skilled. Barring any surprises, they were likely core members of the Hounds.
In terms of individual strength, the Hounds' assassins were somewhat inferior to those of the Blade of Balance, but they were still among the best in the world. In pure assassination techniques, Zhang Heng could not yet match these killing machines tempered through countless trials. But with Lv4 Blade Technique, once their first strike failed, they would most likely be no match for him in a direct fight.
The bad news, however, was that they clearly had no intention of fighting him one-on-one tonight.
In fact, just as Zhang Heng killed the curved-blade assassin, two more assassins slipped