Meanwhile, on the road.
The assassin rode the horse at full speed, his heart still pounding in his chest as he glanced back over his shoulder.
The human was no longer there.
He let out a shaky sigh.
I was surprised, man...
Who is that black-haired human, really?
We only took a job to finish him off. Hit clean, kill, and retreat.
Who knew that human would actually fight back? And what's worse... his body...
Those blades from the leader and the others who struck him were coated in full poison. The lethal kind. Not some weak, diluted street poison.
It was supposed to take effect in seconds after contact. Paralysis, organ failure, death within moments. We'd used it on dozens of targets before, and it never failed.
And yet...
That human didn't even bleed.
The blades didn't even scratch his skin. They only tore through his clothes like paper, but his body... it was like hitting solid steel wrapped in flesh.
