As Meng Chao spoke, his finger suddenly became like a dagger and lightly jabbed beneath Ye Zi's Adam's apple.
Ye Zi felt a bolt of lightning drill into his throat. The pain was so fierce that tears froze in his eyes, yet he could not make a sound. It was as though lightning had torn a hole through his throat, and all his strength and voice flowed clean out through it.
Yet Meng Chao showed no intention of stopping.
His fingers roamed like lightning across the Ratfolk Boy's vital points.
From his eyes to his temples.
From his carotid artery to his heart.
From his liver to between his legs.
He made Ye Zi experience once more what it meant to be better off dead than alive.
Yet through a special technique, he kept Ye Zi's mind absolutely clear, preventing him from passing out from the agony.
If Ye Zi had possessed even the slightest understanding of modern medicine, he would certainly have felt as though he were undergoing a major surgery that split open his chest and abdomen—without anesthetic!
As he jabbed and pierced, Meng Chao unhurriedly explained to Ye Zi the structure of the human body, the distribution of vital points, how to strike for maximum efficiency, how to ensure maximum damage while instantly draining all of a target's strength, including the strength to groan, and so on—required lessons for a Phantom Assassin.
At that moment, in Ye Zi's eyes, Meng Chao was a true reaper—the reaper of life!
Over the past three days, the boy had seen many powerful figures in the Bloodhoof Clan.
Including the Broken Horn Minotaur Warrior, all of them were soaked in blood and killed as easily as they breathed.
But he had never seen, or even heard of, someone like Meng Chao,