Chapter 357

Seven assassins were down, and ten remained. The group leader felt a chill run down his spine. His wide, disbelieving eyes fixed on Felicia, who stood under the moonlight with an air of complete calm. She was young, barely 19, yet her demeanor showed no fear or panic. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her sharp, clear gaze scanning the assassins as if surveying a corpse lineup. The leader's heart pounded against his ribs. He had spilled enough blood to feel invincible, yet for the first time, he found himself shaken—by a woman half his age. "Watch out for her poison!" he barked, masking his unease with a gruff shout. "Surround her! Take her down!" The assassins, seasoned professionals, didn't hesitate. Despite the deadly toll Felicia's poison had already taken, they quickly recalibrated their strategy. They tightened their encirclement, avoiding the wind's direction and spacing themselves to avoid concentrated attacks. Their blades gleamed in the dim light.