Tian Dayong had watched from the sidelines with his heart in his throat. When he saw the sudden change in the pair's bearing, he had been ready to leap in and help, but before he could move, the fight was already over.
Looking at the woman still struggling desperately before him, Lian Youming asked with interest, "What did you two just inject into yourselves?" The woman clenched her teeth and refused to speak.
Tian Dayong strode over without wasting a word, knocked her unconscious, and began feeling around her lower back with practiced ease. He soon produced a small case. When he opened it, they found another sealed, unused injection inside.
"Strengthens qi-blood and stimulates the mind. This stuff is interesting. I'll take it back and find someone to study it. It might be something foreign." Yet there was no joy of victory on Lian Youming's face. His brows were slightly furrowed, and a trace of gravity had entered his eyes.
"If these are the sorts of enemies the various sects' disciples are facing, things could get troublesome."
Their strength was secondary.
The main issue was their numbers.
Even without the ability of foresight, they were formidable enemies for ordinary martial artists, to say nothing of having drugs like these in reserve and traveling in groups.
With a sudden underhanded attack and a concerted assault, even a capable fighter might not be able to hold them off.
Tian Dayong naturally understood what his nephew meant. His face was grim as iron. "Yes. If they're all like this, it means they've mastered some method of rapidly increasing people's strength."
As he spoke, Tian Dayong dragged the man's corpse over.
They had not looked closely during the fight. Now that the body was before them, they discovered that it was covered in