...
He held a dagger in his hand, his face wearing an icy and composed expression. It was evident that this man was confident he could eliminate Deng Wu with a simple ambush.
The Scar-faced Killer couldn't determine who this man standing before him was. He couldn't recall anyone with sky-blue hair in the team, but here he was, someone who definitely didn't belong here.
Earlier, from watching him relinquish his aura, it seemed as though this man bore the aura of a Master—someone Scarface thought was an easy target. Determining that the opponent was weaker than himself, the assassin lunged forward with a knife in hand, his eyes as frigid as ice.
Upon seeing this, Deng Wu's face broke into a mockingly insincere smile as Little Dragon raised his hand. In the next moment, a golden light enveloping his hand exploded forward. A web appeared, catching the ambusher without giving him even the slightest chance to struggle.
