The mercenary on the left never finished turning his head.
Ye Chen rose out of the tree's shadow like black smoke congealing into flesh, stepping directly into the blind spot between the two hired swords before their eyes could adjust to the empty dirt.
Without drawing the rusted iron from his back, Ye Chen drove the edge of his right palm into the left guard's carotid artery.
Crack!
The man’s eyes rolled up into his skull, and the heavy broadsword slipped from his numb fingers, slicing harmlessly through the fallen pine needles as his knees buckled under him.
Before the second guard could shout a warning or swing his blade around, Ye Chen pivoted on the ball of his left foot and drove two fingers into the man’s solar plexus, releasing a concentrated pulse of the Chaos Bone Shattering
