But his troubles did not end with just defeating a few strong individuals—there were always more attackers, relentless and eager to spill his blood. They came like vultures, circling closer with each step, their blades gleaming hungrily under the darkened sky. Among them, one was particularly cunning.
The fourth attacker—a thin man wielding a set of silver daggers—moved like a flicker of shadow, his presence barely noticeable as he crept through the chaos. His daggers glinted like fangs, their points aimed directly at Wen Ran's unguarded back. He believed Wen Ran too distracted to notice.
But Wen Ran didn't even turn.
