In the space of an instant, the black dagger struck like a venomous snake, its angle bizarre and its attack vicious. Even Song Qingshu broke out in a cold sweat.
Under normal circumstances, evading such an attack would not have been difficult for him. But now, posing as the Water Moon Great Sect Master, he had to respond using someone else's martial arts, which made things considerably more troublesome.
As Song Qingshu dodged to the side, he tried to swing his saber back around. Unfortunately, the Water Moon Saber was too long; by the time he brought it around, the dagger would likely have already stabbed several holes in him.
However, his cultivation was what it was. Saber techniques and sword techniques did not require an actual saber in hand. Seizing an opening, he drove the saber hilt downward, striking the assassin squarely on the wrist. The assassin clearly had not expected such a move. His grip went numb, and he could no longer hold the dagger.
But the assassin reacted with astonishing speed. With a flick of his toe, the dagger became a rapidly spinning concealed weapon that shot upward from below.
Song Qingshu was startled and hurriedly shifted back a foot. He was also furious. This person's moves were far too underhanded, every strike aimed below the belt.
Taking advantage of the moment, the assassin grabbed the dagger again with his left hand and attacked. But Song Qingshu had already opened enough distance. A flash of cold light appeared, followed by a crisp clang. The dagger was knocked flying and embedded itself in the ground nearby, its blade still trembling violently.
Song Qingshu then twisted the other man's arm behind his back, laying the Water Moon Saber across his throat.
Just as he was about to demand the