The battle between Zich and the assassins looked fierce. One sword constantly collided against three daggers, and the sound of their sharp exchanges rang across the whole space. However, this battle only looked fierce. Zich and even the assassins knew that the battle was not intense for Zich at all.

While fighting, Zich calmly analyzed his opponents. ‘Hmmm. There’s no special technique in their movements or skills.’

The assassins lowered their stance and desperately tried to find any openings in Zich’s attacks. However, no matter how hard they tried to find openings, Zich blocked all of their attacks with complete ease—eventually, they had no choice but to accept their assured defeat.

If Zich wanted to summarize his current battle in one sentence, it would be: ‘I’m playing with them.’ He was going to ‘play’ with the assassins, and the assassins would have no choice but to follow his lead. Zich’s easygoing attitude in this battle was not a good sight to see. Regardless of how great the difference in their strengths was, carelessness could lead to dangerous mistakes.

On the other hand, Zich didn’t just ‘play’ absentmindedly either. He was trying to find clues about the assassins’ identities by drawing out their different skills and movements. However, the assassins’ movements were sharp but colorless; their movements held no shred of ingenuity or...