Xue Shen did not answer, staring at him through the ghost mask, then waved his left hand and attacked again.
Xue Heng had no choice but to put aside his distracting thoughts and raise his sword to meet the attack.
However, after getting to know each other better, the two exchanged several moves.
Xue Heng's swordsmanship is bold and unrestrained, just like him—pure and fierce. The masked assassin, on the other hand, is the complete opposite; his knife skills are unpredictable and difficult to fathom, which is precisely the style that best counters Xue Heng.
In particular, the opponent's movements were fast and strange, sometimes near and sometimes far, always able to strike with his sword at an unexpected moment.
After trembling for a moment, Xue Heng had sustained multiple injuries.
He felt that the other party did not intend to kill him with one blow, but rather was more like a leopard teasing its prey.
"I am no match for you. If you don't want to kill me, what is your purpose?"
Xue Heng casually tore off a piece of his robe and wrapped it around the wound to stop the bleeding.
Xue Shen looked at him coldly, glanced at the sky in the distance, and scoffed very softly.
His purpose in coming here was certainly not to kill Xue Heng.
Xue Heng didn't hear his sneer, but felt his aura subtly change, and then attacked at an even faster speed. Xue Heng's swordsmanship was countered by his unpredictable knife skills, and he struggled to parry.
The others were held back by the assassins, and no one came to their aid for the time being.
Xue Heng had already prepared for the worst, and at this moment he had no intention of retreating. Instead, he faced the blade head-on, and as the curved blade pierced into his chest, he reached out to remove the other man's mask.
He always felt that the other person's every move was inexplicably familiar.
But Xue Shen knew him too well; the moment he charged headlong into the blade, he knew what Xue Heng was up to.
He swiftly drew his knife, retreated to avoid Xue Heng's sneak attack, and as Xue Heng's movement missed, he plunged the knife into his chest again.
Xue Heng groaned and, unable to support himself, knelt on one knee.
The guards and young master, who were fighting fiercely all around, cried out in alarm. However, the assassins were well-prepared and too difficult to deal with, so no one was able to go and support the crown prince.
Xue Heng clutched his chest, his face ashen from blood loss, panting heavily, utterly powerless to fight back.
Xue Shen, carrying a blood-dripping scimitar, approached step by step—
Just as he was about to swing his sword again, a rapid sound of horses' hooves came from afar.
The soldiers, who had been locked in fierce combat, beamed with joy: "Reinforcements have arrived!"
When Xue Heng was ambushed by assassins, he seized the opportunity to fire a signal arrow to call for reinforcements.
This is a distress signal during a hunt; if anyone is nearby, they will surely come to help. However, the hunting grounds are so large that the signal arrows may not be seen, and even if they are, the rescue team may not be able to arrive immediately.
Fortunately, they were quite lucky.
Xue Heng looked up and saw the masked assassin sheath his sword without hesitation, give a whistle, and then follow him into the dense forest, disappearing from sight.
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