The blade descended in a lethal, vertical arc, aimed directly at the center of the bedroll where Kang Min lay. It was a strike meant to kill in silence, delivered with the weight of a seasoned executioner.
SHUCK.
Instead of the wet tear of flesh, the blade slammed into a thick, prickly rind. A pineapple, which had been sitting innocently on a small wooden table across the tent, was suddenly halved by the steel. In the same heartbeat, Kang Min appeared where the fruit had been, his body already coiled like a spring, his hand reaching for the mercenary blade leaning against the tent pole.
[Skill: Exchange is in use!]
「"That's a waste of a good fruit,"」 Kang Min rasped, his voice cold and alert.
The assailant didn't pause. Clad in heavy, dark-enameled armor and obscured by a thick black cloth wrapped around his head and neck, the figure spun with predatory grace. He swung a heavy longsword in a horizontal sweep that hissed through the air, seeking to cleave Min in two.
