Sure enough, the assassin immediately swung his blade at him. Lin Taichu sidestepped the strike and kicked him in the knee at the same time. The assassin cried out miserably, his knee buckling. Lin Taichu seized the chance to slash his arm, and blood immediately poured out.
Hearing the shout, Wang Xiaohu smashed his staff into the opposing assassin's head. While the assassin was dazed, he grabbed the injured attendant and ran toward the end of the valley. Seeing this, the city lord shouted, "Don't let them escape! Kill Lin Taichu first!"
The remaining four assassins immediately changed their strategy and all surrounded Lin Taichu.
Although Lin Taichu's Short Blade was sharp, his medical skills were exceptional while his martial arts were only superficial. Facing four top assassins, he soon found himself unable to hold on. A blade wind swept across his back, cutting open a gash that burned with pain.
"Mr. Lin, I'll help you!" Mark rushed over and blocked one of the assassins. But his martial arts were even worse. After only a few exchanges, the assassin slashed his thigh, knocking him to the ground.
Lin Taichu grew anxious. He knew that if this continued, they would all die here. Suddenly, he remembered the Poison Powder in his robes. It was Anesthetic Powder he had specially refined. Though it was not lethal, it could temporarily rob people of their ability to move.
He hurriedly reached for it, only to have an assassin seize his wrist. The assassin twisted hard, and Lin Taichu's Short Blade fell to the ground as a sharp pain shot through his wrist.
At that critical moment, Wang Xiaohu charged back, holding a large stone. He smashed it viciously into that assassin's head. The assassin let out a muffled groan and collapsed without moving.
"Senior