In short, Meng Zhao's fleeting strike had indeed astonished everyone present. Though there had been only three witnesses, every one of them was a first-rate expert, making it all the more impressive.
The short Wen Family man hurried to his companion's side. His hands blurred into countless afterimages as his paired fingers struck several major acupoints around the man's body in rapid succession, arresting his injuries.
The somewhat shrewd look in his eyes now carried a measure of indignation and helplessness. Of course he resented his companion's severe injuries, yet he could not avenge him. After all, their current situation was hardly favorable.
For a time, the only sound in the vast hall was faint breathing.
After a moment, the short Wen Family man helped his companion to his feet, then clasped his fists toward Meng Zhao and bowed sincerely.
"Your Unrivaled Divine Skill is peerless, and your mind is meticulous as dust. We admit defeat. But how do you intend to deal with us?"
He had truly recognized the predicament the two of them were in.
The Wen Family's name could not save them. If Meng Zhao had truly feared the Wen Family, he would not have struck so ruthlessly.
Thus, if they wished to live, they had to save themselves.
Life was vivid and precious. Everyone possessed the instinct to flee death and seek continued life; naturally, the two of them were no exception.
It was only that the tall, sturdy Wen Family man had been too impetuous. For a sliver of survival that he could see but not grasp, he had gotten himself severely injured. It was truly foolish.
The short Wen Family man, however, was clever. Meng Zhao had noticed their intentions from the very beginning, yet had not resolutely set out to kill them. Clearly,