The word "underhanded" did not originally exist in this world.
In truth.
Choosing a battle strategy was a perfectly honorable thing to do.
—You couldn't call an ambush from the bushes a sleazy fighting style.
—Nor could you call hitting someone with a club from behind a lack of martial virtue.
If Duke Xiang of Song had attacked while his enemy was halfway across the river, the outcome of the Battle of Hong River might have been very different.
But following that line of thought—
He didn't mind being an assassin.
—But he couldn't let the word assassin limit him, either.
Xu Yuan looked into the Void.
Several lines of faintly glowing text had already appeared there:
"Your cultivation level has increased." "Since you have reached the fourth level of Qi Refining, your Pendant, the Final Truth Emblem, will provide 4 Agility."
Four Agility!
—You really did need to equip good gear, buddy!
Xu Yuan suddenly felt a rhythm enter his stride.
It came naturally, born of his powerful physical instincts. With his heightened agility, he could strike or change direction at any moment, even while running at full speed.
His feet kept rising and falling as though he were swimming through gaps in the wind, each step carried by nature's rhythm.
Just as he was getting into his stride—
"We're almost there!"
Little Boy's voice trembled with excitement.
They would cross the City Wall, escape the city, and accomplish a feat none before them had managed.
That would prove everything!
"Should we head for the City Wall?" Xu Yuan asked suddenly.
"What do you mean?" Little Boy said.
"If the enemy intends to wipe out the city, the City Wall is bound to be heavily guarded. With just the two of us, can we really get through?"