"Heh, you could try a few more times and you still wouldn't succeed. Once an assassin's methods are known to their target, they lose all their menace," Zhao Zuo retorted with a laugh, his tone light and casual.
"We'll see about that." The Blood-clothed Man found it strange that his enemy bothered to reply this time, but he still retorted almost instinctively.
"I'm afraid you won't get the chance," Zhao Zuo said flatly.
Then, he shot forward, charging toward the Blood-clothed Man alongside Shen Yunjiao.
Chen Xiaorong, who had vanished when the fight began, had used her Breath-Concealing Ring's ability to reduce her presence. She had now crept up behind the Blood-clothed Man, about five meters away.
It was true that the area was open, but the darkness of night and the bushes covering the ground provided countless hiding spots. Besides, her frame was much smaller than Zhao Zuo's.
