Chapter 359: Surrounded

"Whoosh!" A ring-shaped scimitar ripped through the air like lightning splitting the sky. Its wielder was none other than Macy Martar, the Black Witch Sect's top female assassin. Yet Benson Santee acted as if he had not sensed a thing. He sat on a stone bench at the edge of the plaza, relaxed, almost lazy. Then he shifted his body slightly. The ring scimitar that should have severed his throat veered off by an inch. "Clang!" The razor-death edge skimmed so close to his neck it might as well...