Yokomae Sohaku's grasp of human nature made him deeply convinced of his judgment.
Dragging his still trembling hands, he desperately controlled himself to keep running towards the river, while shakily drawing two shurikens from his belt and holding them in his mouth.
These two shurikens were the only metal weapons on him, and their surfaces were also poisoned.
However, the poison from the giant lizard needed to contact blood to be effective. He did not have mouth ulcers, so as long as he didn't cut his lips or tongue while holding the shurikens in his mouth, he wouldn't be affected by the poison.
That terrifying Eastern Martial Artist was getting closer, and he had to throw these two shurikens to force his enemy to dodge, buying himself precious time to escape.
At this moment, Yokomae Sohaku was only thankful that he hadn't just mastered conventional ninjutsu to an extraordinary degree, but had also practiced the rare technique—
