Chapter 62: I Like This Big Trouble

Of the three longswords that were about to stab Han Shuo, one split off to deal with Han Shuo's small skeleton. Another changed direction in the middle to deflect Han Shuo's crossbow bolt, and the remaining one stabbed at Han Shuo.

Han Shuo pushed out with his hands wrapped around Phoebe and sent her rolling in Fabian's direction. His right hand clenched tightly around the handle of the dagger, Han Shuo suddenly rushed out from behind the shattered round table. His magical Yuan flowed onto the dagger and drew a pale purple arc in the thin air, aiming at the longsword that was rushing towards him.

A metallic sound rang out along with a dull grunt from Han Shuo. His dagger-wielding right hand went numb again and the forward momentum of his body was halted. He involuntarily fell under the table as the assassin's body also trembled and fell onto the shattered table.

He had been wielding a sword with his right hand, but the collision seemed to have frozen his hand by using the 'Mystical Glacial Spellfire' from Han Shuo's dagger. His longsword suddenly shifted to his left hand and his icy cold eyes swept over Han Shuo. The longsword stabbed forward again and a wave of wild martial aura flowed into Han Shuo's body through his chest, taking advantage of him being off balance.

The bone-crushing pain instantly spread through Han Shuo's entire body. As the dark green combat aura surged into Han Shuo's chest, the magical yuan swirled furiously and broke into thousands, tens of thousands of strands, fatally entangling the cloud of combat aura and preventing the combat aura from spreading to other areas.

Despite this, Han Shuo still spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell down with unsteady steps. The assassin was now full of confidence when he saw that Han Shuo had been filled with fighting aura from his sword. He didn't bother to look at Han Shuo again after seeing that he had been hit and turned his back directly to deal with Phoebe and Fabian who were on the other side of the room.

Except that there was no way he could have realised how durable and strong Han Shuo's body was after countless reforging by magic. Add to that the miraculous effects of the magic yuan, and what should have been a fatal blow couldn't have taken Han Shuo's life at all.

The moment he had turned and was about to leave, Han Shuo suddenly jumped up like a ghost from where he had fallen to the ground. A tendril of icy light shot out from the dagger in his right hand, suddenly stabbing the assassin in the back.

The assassins were high knights. Even at such a critical moment, he hadn't lost his sense of vigilance. He turned his body at that critical, crucial moment and the longsword in his left hand once again sent out a dark green combat aura, blocking Han Shuo's stabbing dagger with a clang.

Except that he had defended against Han Shuo's dagger, but not against Han Shuo's sniper shot. The crossbow bolt in his left sleeve shot out and pierced the assassin's distant, merciless left eye. As he screamed in agony and raised his hand to cover his left eye, the dagger in Han Shuo's hand moved and a line of blood flowed from the assassin's neck. He fell listlessly but firmly to the ground.

At that moment, Han Shuo's left hand wiped the fresh blood from the corners of his mouth and tightened his grip on the dagger, calmly taking in his surroundings.

The small skeleton wielding the bone dagger had actually begun to fight one of the assassins. After countless refinements through magical yuan, the little skeleton was so strong that it was almost a little perverse. The speed of its dodging and dancing bone dagger was extraordinarily high.

Even when its body was hit, the inky black skeleton only wavered slightly. Whenever it stumbled backwards, the little skeleton would regain its footing and come forward with another attack, leaving the assassin at his wit's end.

On the other side, the assassin who had broken the crossbow bolt that Han Shuo had shot at him was already charging Phoebe. Fabian was overcome with panic and fear and shouted desperately, "Be careful young miss, Bryan help!"

Han Shuo started and knew with one look that it was too late to save Phoebe. He sighed deeply and was about to command the little skeleton and find a way to escape when something beyond his expectations happened.

Phoebe's eyes, in her panicked face, were calm and distant. As the dark green light of the assassin's sword fell upon her, as a thin, long dagger suddenly appeared in her hands, unbeknownst to anyone. A milky-white aura suddenly burst from the dagger in Phoebe's hands, like a blossoming lotus flower. A milky-white combat aura intertwined with blinding sword light, swallowing the assassin whole.

"Ah ---" A mournful wail sounded. As the dazzling milky-white sword light faded, it was as if the assassin had been pierced by a thousand sharp weapons. His entire body was riddled with punctures, and blood was pouring out of a hundred holes.

Not only was Han Shuo stunned, but Fabian and the last assassin facing the small skeleton were also stunned.

It was no big deal when Han Shuo and Fabian were shocked, but when the assassin's concentration broke, his left arm was hacked off by the small skeleton. He screamed in agony and Phoebe suddenly threw the dagger in her hand as he tried to escape. The dagger sank into the assassin's waist, and the last screaming assassin suddenly stopped making a sound and fell firmly to the ground.

"Young... young lady, you... you're a swordswoman?" Fabian's mouth was wide open, his tongue tied as he pointed at the coldly distant Phoebe. He stammered out his question.

Swordswomen were divided in much the same way as knights: Swordsman Apprentice (pale blue combat aura), Swordsman-at-Arms (dark blue combat aura), Journeyman Swordsman (light green combat aura), Senior Swordsman (dark green combat aura), Swordsmaster (white combat aura), Great Swordsmaster (silver combat aura) and Divine Swordsmaster (gold combat aura).

Han Shuo hadn't thought that Phoebe had always hidden her strength. It looked like Fabian didn't know either. Phoebe was actually a swordswoman of an even higher level than a high knight. With her strength as a swordswoman at her age, many would be shocked if the news got out.

"Looks like I made an unnecessary effort!" Han Shuo laughed as he chanted an incantation. The small skeleton wielding a bone dagger, standing there blankly, suddenly vanished without a trace.

"No, without your help, I wouldn't have been able to kill all the assassins from 'Shadow Ghost' by myself. I could have fought them off, but I wouldn't have been able to prevent them from escaping. So your help was a great help to me. I'm very grateful to you!" Phoebe looked at Han Shuo and spoke seriously.

Phoebe's brow furrowed as she thought deeply for a moment and suddenly looked at Han Shuo strangely. She asked, "Mister Bryan, why didn't I feel any martial aura coming from your body when you made a move just now? And unless I'm mistaken, you've also been training in necromancy. I just didn't know that a skeleton warrior could have the same combat skills as an elder knight. Mr Bryan really is an amazing person!"

What a sharp woman. Han Shuo glanced at Phoebe and said in an enigmatic tone, "Miss Phoebe has the strength of a swordmaster at such a young age. The truly amazing person here is you. Compared to you, I'm just an outsider."

"You're too humble." Phoebe replied to Han Shuo and didn't ask any further questions. She turned to the still shocked and confused Fabian and said quietly. "Fabian, take inventory of the items he's brought us. Bryan has saved us this time, so we have to give him a good price."

A serious expression appeared on Fabian's face after he heard Phoebe's words. He looked strangely at Phoebe and then at Han Shuo before lowering his head to count the items on the floor.

"Niece Phoebe, my niece Phoebe, are you all right? What's wrong?" A loud exclamation came from afar at that moment, coming closer with the sound of hurried footsteps.

Phoebe's normally aloof face suddenly took on an expression of hatred and disgust. It returned to normal in a second, with even the faintest trace of a smile on her face. She said harmoniously, "Uncle Grover, I'm fine, thank you for your concern.

A group of five guards broke down the door, with a sinister-looking, thin old man at the front. Dressed in luxurious clothes, he glanced around the room, assessing the situation, before wearing a worried expression. "I just heard your cries for help and saw from afar that the two warriors outside your door were down. I came as soon as I could. It's a good thing nothing happened to you, it must have been your dead father protecting you.

"I made you worry, Uncle. But it wasn't my dead father who protected me, it was that noble warrior who saved your niece's life. Otherwise, your niece's life would have been taken by these murderers long ago." Phoebe's face was still filled with fear as she pointed at Han Shuo.

Han Shuo watched Phoebe and Grover's conversation with a cold eye and observed everything closely. He'd formed a slight understanding in his heart. He'd also clearly seen the hatred and disgust on Phoebe's face earlier.

He'd noticed that when Grover had come in, his attention had been completely focused on the three assassins in the chamber. He'd only expressed his concern to Phoebe after he'd assessed the situation. Which already explained that their relationship was not as harmonious as it seemed on the surface.

"Thank you, warrior! I will reward you well!" Grover exclaimed and looked at Han Shuo when he heard Phoebe's words. His eyes continuously swept over Han Shuo's body, as if he wanted to size him up completely.

"Uncle, thank you for your good intentions, but Phoebe would like to thank him personally for saving my life. I'm fine now, Uncle is always overworked and overtired for the sake of the Merchant's Guild. You should go back and rest sooner!" Phoebe spoke seriously and bowed as she spoke to Grover.

"Alright, alright. As long as you're all right. I've been investigating the origins of the killers for you lately. Be at peace, good niece. When I find out who's behind all this, I won't let them off so easily. You must be even more careful in the future. I'm going back now. Grover put on a hypocritical show of affection and turned to lead his men out the door. As he reached the door he suddenly turned and looked at Han Shuo. "Brave lad, what's your name?"

"Bryan!" Han Shuo bowed slightly and smiled urbanely as he replied.

Nodding, Grover said, "Bryan, mm. Good name, good name. I'll remember you!"

With that, Grover finally left the room.

"I think I've got myself into a lot of trouble thanks to your deliberate actions. Miss Phoebe, how do you intend to compensate me?" The faint smile on Han Shuo's face faded as Grover left and he stared coldly at Phoebe.

"Apart from the money for these resources, I will pay you an additional three thousand gold pieces. Three thousand gold is enough to buy many lives, what do you think?" Phoebe laughed weakly and spoke softly as a wise and farsighted light shone in her eyes.

Han Shuo's heart trembled as a smile once again graced his face. He spoke with satisfaction, "I like this big trouble!"