Chapter 337: An Unwelcome Reunion (2)
Even with a throwing dagger piercing his glabella, the King of Assassins did not so much as twitch.
I stared down at the corpse for a moment before turning my head toward where Tang Sowol was.
“She is still holding out well, I see. Well… she is not someone who would fall so easily.”
A faint smirk crossed my lips at the sight of the purple poison fog, now much thinner yet still lingering, as I adjusted my grip on my sword. My arm trembled slightly from accumulated fatigue.
White Sword. Formless Sword. Thunderclap Sword.
All of them possessed tremendous power—but their instantaneous consumption of inner qi and willpower was severe.
They were insights I had gained while struggling against opponents stronger than myself, or enemies that could not be cut through by ordinary means. So it was only natural.
Still, it was also true that they were overly focused on destructive force.
A sword was a tool. If it was sharp and sturdy, that should suffice—that belief remained unchanged… yet having a sword that was a bit easier to wield would not be a bad thing either.