The two little weasels exchanged a glance.
The meaning in their eyes was clear: This brat's way too cocky. If we don't teach him a lesson, how are we supposed to hold our own around here?
The one with its paws on its hips moved first.
It lunged forward, pulling a rusty little knife from its rags with one paw. Who knew where it had picked up that piece of junk—a blade of tetanus.
It screeched,
"You won't take the easy way, huh? Then let Grandpa Weasel show you what he's made of!"
The one with its arms crossed pounced from the other direction at almost the same instant.
Its figure flickered as it revealed its true form, its hind legs kicking off the ground.
The entire weasel shot forward like a cannonball, its jaws open to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth as it snapped at Wen Ning's calf.
The two were surprisingly well coordinated, one attacking high and the other low, their timing perfect.
Against an ordinary person, that combination would have been enough to scare them into fainting on the spot.
But was Wen Ning an ordinary person? He didn't even lift his eyelids.
He casually formed a hand seal with his right hand, raising the two fingers below his index finger. (Don't ask. I don't know what those two fingers are called.)
His lips moved slightly, uttering a single word.
"Freeze."
The word wasn't loud, but to the two little weasels, it felt as though someone had struck their foreheads with a hammer.
Then they couldn't move.
Clearly, though, Wen Ning wasn't very proficient with the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. Normally, the Mysterious Gates and Six Jia would immobilize them completely.
But Wen Ning's half-baked Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations simply stopped the two little weasels from moving their