Li Qingqiu walked up to Jia Yi and stared at him with calm eyes. The sight filled Jia Yi with fear and despair.
Pressure-point attack?
How could he be so fast?
Jia Yi knew how to strike pressure points, and had even seen martial arts that could do so from a distance. But Li Qingqiu's reactions and speed far surpassed those of every expert he had ever seen.
Jia Yi had already held his blade to Feng Dai's throat, yet Li Qingqiu had still subdued him in a single exchange.
Jia Yi could no longer even feel angry. The sheer gap in their strength filled him with fear. All he wanted was to escape. Revenge and everything else had vanished from his mind.
Li Qingqiu raised a hand, seized Jia Yi by the neck, and slowly lifted him up. Soon, Jia Yi's feet left the ground. Panic filled his eyes, but he could only tremble, powerless to struggle.
The constables watched as Li Qingqiu held the domineering Jia Yi aloft, as if he were holding up a chicken. The sight shook them to the core.
Li Qingqiu glanced at Feng Dai and asked softly, "If you want to climb higher and fear no danger, then come with me. You must come alone."
With that, he carried Jia Yi in one hand and walked toward the woods.
Feng Dai's expression shifted between light and dark, but he soon made up his mind. He turned to the other constables and said, "Wait here for me!"
He turned and followed Li Qingqiu, though his injuries were severe. He staggered along, looking as if he might collapse at any moment.
Thud!
Li Qingqiu tossed Jia Yi onto the grass. Jia Yi lay on the ground, staring up at him with nervous, terrified eyes,