"Please spare me, brother. Just kill me if you want to," the assassin cried. "Please don't torture me anymore. I never torture my targets, so treat me the same way I treat them."
"Give me a swift death," he said.
Ning sighed. He still had one more thing he wanted to try, but he didn't want to use it if it meant the opponent wouldn't block it at all.
"Alright," Ning said and jumped down from the tree. "Are you ready?" he asked the assassin.
"Yes," the assassin said and took a deep breath to prepare himself for the swift death. "Thank you."
The assassin closed his eyes, getting ready to die. He felt Ning touch his head. 'Is he going to blow me apart? Electrocute my brain? Rip my head from my body?' many thoughts ran across his mind, while he waited for Ning to kill him.
