"We can't keep this up. This man is formidable. I'll try once; if it doesn't work, I'll return this assignment!"
Yu Si silently cursed the pawnshop people for being less than human. This was clearly someone beyond the ordinary, yet they had only offered him five hundred taels of gold. Someone had definitely skimmed a cut from the middle.
Still, he had killed so many people over the years, with an extremely high mission completion rate. It was rare for him to retreat without even making a move. Even when facing someone as formidable as Meng Zhao, he was unwilling to do so.
Only when the night had grown deep and still did Yu Si, relying on astonishing tenacity and endurance, hold out until the latter half of the night before using his lightness skill to silently enter the courtyard of the small residence.
Using a secret technique, he held his breath. His feet lightly rubbed against the ground, and the faint sound of friction strangely merged with the night breeze, making any irregularity almost impossible to detect.
At some unknown moment, a sharp, slender sword had appeared in his grasp before his chest. The blade was three feet long, its tip hollowed out like a mosquito's proboscis. The instant it pierced a human body, it could draw out a great quantity of blood, inflicting wounds severe enough to leave one at death's door. Combined with his unique swordsmanship, its power became even greater.
Of course, all of this was merely preparation for a better assassination. To truly complete this mission, he still had to satisfy two further conditions.
First, from within a blind spot, he had to accurately sense and deduce the direction in which Meng Zhao was currently sleeping.
His target was an exceptionally skilled martial artist with