But when he saw the eerie smile on Ye Fan's face, he grew fearful. He knew this was definitely a trap, one Ye Fan had laid to lure him in. He wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
"Attack!"
Ghost Slaughter took the initiative, using the bracer on his arm to block Ye Fan's dagger. He engaged Ye Fan in close combat, successfully tying him down.
Black Fog leaped high into the air, then plummeted down, aiming to shatter the crown of Ye Fan's head.
Just then, Ye Fan swiftly raised his dagger to protect himself. Instantly, the blade pierced through Black Fog's palm.
"URGH!" Black Fog let out a pained grunt as blood streamed from his hand.
The two assassins split to opposite corners, staying on guard against Ye Fan. All that remained in the center was the dripping blood—Black Fog's blood.
