Of the three longswords that had been about to stab Han Shuo, one had split up to deal with Han Shuo's Little Skull, and another had changed direction midway to block an arrow shot by Han Shuo. Only one remained to stab towards Han Shuo.
Han Shuo's arms that were holding Phoebe gave a push, and Phoebe rolled in Fabian's direction. Tightly gripping the dagger in his right hand, Han Shuo's body abruptly shot out from the shattered round table. Magical yuan flowed onto the dagger, drawing a faint purple light through the air as it struck towards the longsword that was stabbing towards him.
The sound of metal clanging rang out as Han Shuo gave a muffled groan. His right hand that was holding the dagger felt sore and numb again. His body that had been charging out was stopped, and he couldn't help but fall down the table again. The assassin's body also trembled as he fell from the air onto the broken table.
He had been holding the sword in his right hand, but seemed to have been frozen by the cold air of the "Mystical Glacial Spellfire" on Han Shuo's dagger just now. He suddenly switched the longsword to his left hand and swept his icy eyes over Han Shuo. His longsword suddenly pointed forward again, and a ferocious wave of fighting aura took advantage of Han Shuo's unsteadiness to rush into Han Shuo's body through his chest.
A bone-deep pain spread throughout Han Shuo's entire body in an instant. When the dark green fighting aura surged into Han Shuo's chest, the magical yuan circulated wildly and transformed into thousands of strands, firmly entangling the fighting aura and preventing it from spreading in any other direction.
Even so, Han Shuo still spat out a mouthful of fresh blood as he lost his footing and suddenly fell down. It looked like the assassin had absolute confidence in his sword filled with fighting aura. He didn't spare another glance at Han Shuo when he saw that Han Shuo had been hit, and turned around, intending to make a move on Phoebe and Fabian on the other side.
Except, he never would've thought that Han Shuo's body would be so strong and resilient after being continuously tempered by magical yuan. Add to that the magical yuan's miraculous effects, and this strike that should've been a sure-kill didn't take Han Shuo's life at all.
Just as he turned around and was about to leave, Han Shuo, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly sprang up like a ghost. A cold glint overflowed from the dagger in his right hand and abruptly stabbed towards the assassin's back.
The assassin was a senior swordsman alright. He hadn't lost his vigilance even at this critical juncture. He suddenly turned around in the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, and the longsword in his left hand once again blossomed with dark green fighting aura, blocking Han Shuo's dagger with a clang.
However, while he could defend against Han Shuo's dagger, he couldn't defend against Han Shuo's sneak attack. A crossbow bolt shot out from his left sleeve and pierced through the assassin's cold, merciless left eye. As the assassin shrieked and reached out to cover his left eye, Han Shuo waved the dagger in his hand. A line of blood appeared on the assassin's neck as his body collapsed powerlessly.
At this moment, Han Shuo's left hand wiped away the fresh blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth. He tightened his grip on the dagger in his right hand and began to calmly survey his surroundings.
He saw that the Little Skull was wielding a bone dagger and actually fighting with an assassin. The Little Skull, who had been continuously tempered by magical yuan, was so strong that it was a little abnormal. The speed at which he dodged the attacks and swung the bone dagger was extraordinarily fast.
Even if its body was occasionally struck a few times, the dark skeleton would only sway a little. More often than not, the little skeleton would regain its footing and attack again after stumbling, leaving the assassin at a loss as to what to do.
On the other side, the assassin who had broken the crossbow bolt shot by Han Shuo had already flown towards Phoebe. Fabian had a panicked expression as he cried out loudly, "Miss, be careful! Brian, save me!"
Han Shuo was stunned. He took one look and knew that it was too late to save Phoebe even if he wanted to. Sighing lowly, Han Shuo was about to call out to the Little Skull and take the opportunity to leave when something unexpected happened.
Phoebe's eyes were calm and indifferent despite her panicked expression. When the dark green light from the assassin's blade had struck, a slender dagger had appeared in Phoebe's hand at some point. Milky white fighting aura suddenly blossomed from the dagger in Phoebe's hand, like a lotus flower in full bloom. A beautiful light formed from the interweaving of milky white fighting aura abruptly took shape and completely swallowed the assassin.
"Ah — —" A mournful cry sounded. When the beautiful milky white light dissipated, the assassin looked as if he had been pierced by a thousand sharp weapons. His body was riddled with holes and blood flowed everywhere.
Not only was Han Shuo dumbfounded, but even Fabian and the last assassin fighting with the Little Skull were stunned.
Han Shuo and Fabian were fine from the shock, but the assassin fighting with the Little Skull had lost his concentration and his left arm had been chopped off by the Little Skull. He howled in agony and was about to flee when the dagger in Phoebe's hand suddenly flung out, sinking directly into the assassin's abdomen. The last assassin who was howling in agony suddenly fell silent and collapsed with a rumble.
"Mi … Miss, you're … you're a swordmaster?" Fabian's mouth hung wide open as he stuttered and pointed at the aloof Phoebe, flabbergasted.
Swordsmen, like knights, were divided into apprentice swordsmen (light blue), novice swordsmen (dark blue), journeyman swordsmen (light cyan), senior swordsmen (dark cyan), swordmasters (milky white), great swordmasters (silver), and sacred swordsmen (gold).
Han Shuo hadn't thought that Phoebe had been hiding her strength all along. It looked like even Fabian didn't know that Phoebe was actually a swordmaster of a higher level than senior swordsmen. If word got out that she had the strength of a swordmaster at her age, it would absolutely shock many.
"It looks like I've made an unnecessary move!" Han Shuo smiled faintly and chanted an incantation. The Little Skull, who had been standing there blankly with the bone dagger in hand, suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"No, without your help, I wouldn't have been able to kill all three assassins from 'Shadow Ghost' by myself. I could've stopped them by myself, but I couldn't stop them from escaping. Therefore, your help was a great help to me. I'm very grateful to you! "Phoebe looked at Han Shuo and said seriously.
Pausing, Phoebe furrowed her brow and mused for a moment. She suddenly looked strangely at Han Shuo and asked, "Mister Brian, why didn't I feel any fighting aura on your body when you made a move just now? And if I'm not wrong, you've also trained in necromancy magic. I just never knew that a skeletal warrior could have the strength to fight a senior swordsman. Mister Brian is truly an amazing person! "
What an amazing woman. Han Shuo stared at Phoebe and said eccentrically, "Miss Phoebe is a truly amazing person to possess the strength of a swordmaster at such a young age. Compared to you, I'm just a minor character. "
"You're too courteous." Phoebe didn't pursue the matter after saying this to Han Shuo. She turned her head to look at Fabian, who was still indescribably shocked, and said softly, "Fabian, take stock of the goods on the ground. Brian saved us this time, so we must give him a good price."
The dumbfounded Fabian's expression froze when he heard Phoebe's words. He looked oddly at Phoebe and then looked at Han Shuo before lowering his head to take stock of the goods on the ground.
"Niece Phoebe, niece Phoebe, what's wrong, what's wrong?" A shocked cry traveled from the distance at this moment, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps. The sound grew closer and closer.
An expression of disgust and hatred suddenly appeared on the face of Phoebe, who'd been aloof all this time. She then returned to normal in the blink of an eye, and even had the trace of a faint smile on her face. She said harmoniously, "Uncle Grover, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."
A group of five people broke through the door, with a sinister-looking, emaciated old man at the front. He was dressed in luxurious clothing, and first swept his eyes over the situation in the room after entering. He then revealed an anxious expression and said to Phoebe, "I heard cries for help just now and saw the two warriors in front of your door fall to the ground. I hurriedly ran over. It's a good thing you're fine, it must be your dead father who protected you."
"I've made uncle worry, but it wasn't my dead father who protected me. It was this brave warrior who saved your niece's life. Otherwise, your niece's little life would've been taken by an assassin." Phoebe showed an expression of lingering fear as she pointed at Han Shuo and explained.
Han Shuo looked coldly at Phoebe and Grover's conversation and observed them closely. He inwardly had a bit of an understanding. Han Shuo had clearly seen the disgust and hatred on Phoebe's face just now.
He'd later discovered that Grover's attention had been completely focused on the three assassins in the hall when he'd come in, and he'd only expressed concern for Phoebe after looking over everything in the hall. This already indicated that the relationship between the two wasn't as harmonious as it appeared on the surface.
"Thank you, brave warrior. I must reward you well!" Grover looked at Han Shuo and exclaimed in surprise when he heard Phoebe's words. His eyes roamed continuously over Han Shuo's body, as if wanting to completely see through Han Shuo.
"Uncle, thank you for your good intentions, but Phoebe wants to personally repay him for saving my life. I'm fine now. Uncle has overworked himself for the Guild every day, you should go back and rest early! "Phoebe's expression turned serious as she bowed to Grover.
"Alright, alright, as long as you're fine. I've been helping you investigate the origins of these assassins recently. Don't worry, good niece. When I find out who did it, I won't let them get away with it. Mm, you must be more careful in the future. I'll be heading back first. " Grover said these words to Phoebe with false affection and turned to walk out the door with his men. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and looked at Han Shuo, "Brave young fellow, what's your name?"
"Brian!" Han Shuo bowed slightly and responded with a courteous smile.
Nodding, Grover said, "Brian. Mm, a good name, a good name. I'll remember you!"
Grover finally left the room with his men after saying these words.
"I think I've already gotten myself into great trouble under your deliberate lead. Miss Phoebe, how do you plan on compensating me?" Han Shuo's smile faded as he looked coldly at Phoebe after Grover had left.
"Apart from the money for these resources, I'll pay you an additional three thousand gold. Three thousand gold is enough to buy many lives. What do you think?" Phoebe laughed faintly, her eyes sparkling with the light of wisdom as she spoke softly.
Han Shuo's heart trembled as a smile once again appeared on his face. He said with satisfaction, "I like this great trouble!"
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