1465 The Man's Shock
Rustle. Rustle.~
The hidden guard moved like lightning, still keeping vigilance on his surroundings.
But after journeying for another 20 minutes at full speed, he began to relax his guard, only looking out for any predators or creatures of the night that might be out for a late snack.
The man in full black with nothing visible but his eyes only smiled underneath his mask.
Everything was going according to plan.
Looking at the massive log ahead, he jumped and performed a front flip over it.
But before his feet could touch the ground, something unexpected happened.
Thap!!!
What???!
The man's eyes widened in shock, seeing the arrow move in slow motion inches away from his head while doing a front flip.
Everything was just like those blockbuster Baymardian movies.
F***!
The man developed cold sweat while reaching for his weapons.
And the moment he landed, he quickly rolled towards a sizable nearby tree for cover.
It's over! It's over!
Those bloody sons of b**ches probably followed him.
Dammit!
The man rolled the poison underneath his tongue, readying himself to bite the bullet if need be.
With his 'Crows' in hand, the man peeked out from behind the tree.
[**Crows were small spiral-bladed hidden weapons that varied in.]
Take this!!!
The man released over 6 crows in various directions.
So fast.
The men running along the forest behind with their hands towards the back, all tilted to the sides or rolled about to evade the attack.
Those on the tree also jumped higher, performing stunning moves at a deadly pace.
The air was murderous and heavy, with the feeling of death constantly surrounding the atmosphere.
A cold light flashed.
And soon, a deadly dagger from the hidden guard plunged into a tree, missing yet another target from Henry's men.
What??
They were able to don't his curved bladed attack?
Tap. Tao. Tao. Tao. Tap. Tap. Tap~
The hidden guard squinted his eyes viciously while using flash steps to move across the forest, running on the ground and sometimes jumping onto the trees with 2 or 3 steps.
And as he moved, he continuously launched hidden weapons at those following him.
'Dammit! I'll soon run out of crows to shoot. I've already thrown 3 of my daggers, and I can't afford to throw the remaining 2. It looks like soon, I'll have to have a showdown with these bastards if it comes to it.'
With a large leap, the man made a big jump onto the nearby tree branch.
But midair, he was once again attacked by an enemy arrow.
And this time, it got him.
Thup!
A force pulled the man forward in a blink of an eye, pinning his left arm onto a tree.
The arrow sliced through his flecks from one end to another, directly falling between the 2 main bones on his forearm.
Such pain was one of the worst because if he shook slightly, the arrow would touch his bones.
And believe him, the pain from the arrow itself, as well as the air flowing in, was enough to give one nightmares.
But as a skilled hidden guard who has been tortured to get used to such high levels of pain, the man didn't make a sound, though his body was reacting to the sudden anger.
In just this brief moment, a heavy layer of sweat had already begun to form.
And though he studied his breathing, his heart, no matter how much he tried, refused to calm down.
The heart hastily pumped blood to the injured region. And his inner body and white blood cells were already gearing up to take charge.
.
The wooden arrow end couldn't hold his weight suspended high up on the tree.
And what was so painful was that the point of breakage was in his arm.
Snap!
F***!
There were definitely splinters in there.
Grrrr~
The man gritted his teeth, circularly pulling out the other end of the arrow from his forearm.
All this happened in just under 3 seconds.
But make no mistake. This time was enough for the others to catch up to him.
What bad luck!
The scene was silent with no one saying a thing.
They were all trained hidden guards who lived by silence.
They allowed their actions to do the talking for them.
1, 2, 3!
The men all rushed forward to attack this lone hidden guard.
3 ran forward, while 2 jumped from above the trees instead.
Want to attack him? No problem. Even if he were to die, he would drag one of them down.
So bring it on!!!
The injured hidden guard quickly took his battle stance, using his last pair of daggers on him.
Kill!
.
Swish!
His blades moved like the wind but were quickly blocked by 2 enemies. This forced him to use his feet to attack the rest.
Pah. Pah. Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!
Like a martial arts movie, the men all began to dance underneath the moonlight, twirling and twisting their bodies in various directions.
Ankle-to-ankle blocks, thigh-to-thigh blocks, knee-to-knee blocks, sweeping kicks, backflips holding the opponent... So many attacks were launched.
For a moment, the deep murderous air was too intoxicating and choking.
One of the men quickly used a Baymardian hand combat move to gently glide the injured man's incoming blade to the side, before using the notion of determining the man's 'center of gravity' to bend to harm, indirectly causing the injured hidden guard to stab himself.
Pffffff~
A little stream of blood squirted out amidst the injured guard's shock.
How? How?
"You!!!!!~"
What sort of play was this? How did they manage to twist his arms so unnaturally?
Even if they did so with his injured arm, he was a person skilled and trained to fight under such pain.
So even if he were tired or not, if one didn't see the injury or notice the layer of sweat on his body, they would've been under the illusion that he was fine.
Even when using his injured arm, he still exerted the same strengths in his attacks.
But who can tell him how they twisted his arms so much that he managed to stab himself at an unbelievable place?
This has never happened to him before!!!
