A direct hit.
Lü Zhong suppressed the urge to press his advantage, instead retreating and summoning the Ink Crystal Shield.
Without a moment's hesitation, he activated his Water Pattern Shield Divine Technique.
A swirl of azure Spiritual Light enveloped him, forming a shield that resembled an eggshell. The assassin, who had been about to charge, faltered, his expression changing as he halted his advance.
The assassin glared venomously at Lü Zhong, wishing he could tear him to shreds. Suppressing his rage, he spat, "So I underestimated you. How did you find me?"
Without missing a beat, Lü Zhong sneered, "Want to know? I'll tell you after you're dead!"
"Fine! Fine!" The one-armed assassin snarled. This was, after all, still inside the Workshop Market. He had been ambushed by his own target and had lost an arm. His killing intent waned, replaced by the urge to flee. "I have experienced your skills firsthand. I will be sure to repay this visit one day!"
