"The Ninth Rank Swordsman, it's actually a Ninth Rank..." Mu Ziqing had never dreamed that this playboy, whom he thought was a bit 'touched in the head,' was not just a Seventh-Order Swordsman but a Ninth Rank instead. Staring dumbfounded at this scene, his spirit relaxed, and he fainted on the spot.
The assassin certainly hadn't expected that the Seventh Rank Swordsman he had casually slapped into unconsciousness would transform into a Ninth Rank Swordsman, whose true combat power was not inferior to a newly promoted Tenth Rank Swordsman. He too was greatly surprised.
If Mu Hanyan had shown absolutely no resistance, the assassin might have remained slightly vigilant. But Mu Hanyan fought with the strength of a Seventh-level Knight, seemingly exerting all her might and even coughing up blood, which naturally gave the assassin the illusion that this was all she was capable of, so he completely let down his guard.
