The three remaining assassins exchanged glances before nodding in unison. They attacked simultaneously, their movements synchronized. But Hua Jing was faster.
She dodged the first strike with a fluid backstep, deflecting the second with her stolen blade. The third, however, managed to graze her shoulder. The sharp sting of pain barely registered as she retaliated instantly, severing the hand that had dared wound her. The man's scream was lost in the chaos as she drove the blade through his heart.
The last two, now desperate, moved with renewed aggression. Hua Jing, however, was already upon them. With a fierce upward slash, she disarmed one, the clang of metal against stone ringing through the night. She slammed the hilt of her sword into his temple, sending him crumpling to the ground.
