At first, the assassins had not realized that they had become the prey.
When they saw Derek charging toward them, their leader even revealed a cruel smile.
Too many nobles had died to assassinations. Though such methods lacked honor, they worked remarkably well.
As far as the assassin leader was concerned, if he could physically eliminate an enemy, who gave a damn about honor?
But he soon witnessed Derek's killing techniques—so clean and efficient they were practically art.
The carefully selected swordsmen could not last even one exchange against him.
Even more terrifying were the retainers behind him. One after another, they crushed the assassin's men as easily as Man Niu.
The assassin archers on the rooftops had just discarded their bows and prepared to leap down into the melee when they saw all the frontline shields collapse.
The assassin leader tried to turn the tide, but faced with several Knight Squires no weaker than himself, he was quickly pinned to the ground.
With equal strength, the difference between wearing half-plate armor and no armor at all was simply that great.
The assassin leader only regretted failing to complete his mission. He had already prepared himself for death.
But the next second, a deerskin boot stepped on his head.
"Let me teach you a little trick. Next time, hide the poison in your collar. Then you can free yourself right now."
Yet the assassin leader remained defiant. "Hmph. Kill me if you want, but don't expect to get any information from me."
Derek was furious. It was the first time he had come so close to death.
If the other side's methods had not been so crude, a single stray arrow could have taken his life.
So he kicked the man in the face.
Several teeth came flying out with