"E-Evil Fiend!"
The fallen assassin murmured weakly, his pupils gradually losing focus-a sign that he had little time left.
"I..."
The man who seemed unconcerned despite taking a sword through the chest began to speak.
But the moment he opened his mouth, Qin Ran vanished from the doorway.
Instinctively, the assassin went on full alert.
Then...
Crack!
He heard a sharp snap.
From behind him.
He did not need to investigate to recognize the sound of a neck breaking.
He had heard that sound far too many times.
He could even tell how many pieces the bone had broken into from the sound alone.
Then came another sharp snap.
Crack!
The assassin with the hoarse, chilling voice fell to the ground. Even in death, his eyes remained wide, his horrified face filled with disbelief.
He could not believe he had died just like that.
Without the slightest chance to fight back.
How was that possible?!
That question erupted in the assassin's mind in his final moment.
The same question arose in the last assassin's mind.
A moment earlier, he had been able to talk and laugh freely despite the short sword that had passed through his chest. Now, cold sweat covered his forehead.
When Qin Ran appeared before him without warning, he instinctively retreated two steps.
Disappointment flickered in Qin Ran's eyes as he looked him over.
Naturally, it had nothing to do with the man's courage.
It was simply because Qin Ran had misjudged him.
Seeing the man move unhindered after his heart had apparently been pierced, Qin Ran had assumed it was some secret technique of the Snake School. Only now did he realize it was merely a trick: beneath the man's loose robe, his body twisted like a snake.
Simply put, the sword that had seemed to