Chapter 58: The More I Think, The More Likely
Even though the assassin struck from the air was severely injured, struggled to stand steady, and knew he was done for, his survival instinct remained strong. He still wanted to escape and flee, still hoping his accomplice would come to his rescue.
But the two he had attempted to assassinate gave him no chance to escape, truly kicking him when he was down. With one enemy pushed back in the air, the other on the ground immediately rushed in for the kill.
He swayed, trying to muster his last ounce of strength to fight back, but realized his opponent's offensive was unusual.
Shi Chun, who was charging, suddenly puffed out his cheeks and spat, spraying the undigested mixture of food and wine from his mouth towards the opponent's face.
The assassin was already exhausted, unable to think clearly. Unsure what kind of killing move this was, he met it with a full-strength palm strike.
Shi Chun, having spat out the mixture, rolled on the ground and then stood up, dodging the overhead strike. Saber light, like a waterfall, erupted with his rising momentum, slashing upwards from below, immediately sending blood spraying from the blade.
The staggering man was split into two, his face showing an expression of disbelief as he looked down, feeling intense pain and seeing his disemboweled body collapsing.
Wu Jinliang, who had been knocked flying by the impact, landed on the first-floor eaves.
The tiles he stepped on rustled to the ground. He grabbed onto a window, turning back just in time to see Shi Chun slash the assassin.