Su Lun had anticipated the assassin that suddenly appeared behind him, far from being surprised.
Decisively, he tore open his leather jacket, and two puppets—one emitting a chilling wail and the other grinning grotesquely—flew towards the enemy. Their hands cracked, revealing dagger blades poisoned in black.
The assassin staggered, seemingly unable to comprehend why he had suddenly become momentarily distracted, bit his tongue, and instantly regained clarity. By then, he saw the poisoned blades already thrust before his eyes, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
With a clang, sparks flew.
The assassin blocked a dagger from one puppet but felt a bout of dizziness again: Not good!
Instinctively reacting to the danger, he performed an extreme backbend. At that moment, the dagger of another puppet passed narrowly in front of the assassin's cheek, accompanied by a slight corroding sound, tearing a slit at the edge of his hood.
"There's something odd about these puppets!"