In the blink of an eye, Hao Shuai teleported right in front of Qi Jincan and punched the child square in the right eye, giving him a black eye. Then he grabbed him by the throat and rapidly tapped several points on his body with his right hand, sealing his dantian and cutting off his magical power.
Caught off guard, Qi Jincan froze. He was still just a little kid—how could he have expected someone to disregard martial honor and the rules of the jianghu and fight him hand-to-hand?
In his mind, weren't cultivators supposed to release their magical treasures and fight from a distance?
Who would sneak up and attack at close range?
Qi Jincan's way of thinking showed just how childish and foolish he was.
Had he never considered that, when fighting an enemy, you used every means at your disposal? What did "sneak attack" even mean?
He had only himself to blame for being captured. He simply lacked combat experience.
Experienced cultivators kept their defensive treasures active and ready to deploy or retract at a moment's notice, so they could automatically protect their owners in an emergency.
Hao Shuai had no idea what Qi Jincan was thinking. He asked again, "I'll ask you one more time: who are you? What sect do you belong to?"
"You'd better answer honestly, or else..."
As he spoke, Hao Shuai raised his fist in a wordless warning.
Qi Jincan's eyes darted around, and he immediately insisted, "I'm Gao Shan, a lay disciple of Tiantai Temple on Mount Jiuhua!"
"Bang!"
As soon as Qi Jincan finished speaking, Hao Shuai punched him again, turning his left eye into a black eye to match the right. Now he looked like a panda.
Still not satisfied, Hao Shuai followed up with a flurry of punches