"Ugh…"
Jin's expression twisted as he groaned in pain. He felt a sudden jolt of hotness before his senses numbed.
The tip of the metal sword, now dyed crimson, protruded from his chest.
He stared at the glistening sword in disbelief. For a brief moment, he couldn't even understand what was happening.
Following the sword, he found his chest impaled.
Even so, he didn't react.
Instead, he slowly rolled his eyes behind.
His eyes dilated as he found the opponent he had underestimated holding the hilt of the sword that passed through his chest.
His lips quivered as he tried to speak something, "You…"
Those were the last words that left his mouth before he collapsed.
Even though he had killed him, there wasn't even a shred of delight on his face. Instead, what lingered on his face was cold ruthlessness.
