Holding a porcelain jug, Zhao Ping moved through a series of secluded alleyways, his expression composed. His steps were swift, as if wind were at his feet, moving extremely fast. With each step, he could vault several meters into the air. Clearly, he was also a martial artist, versed in techniques of light-body leaping.
Turning a corner, Zhao Ping suddenly felt a cool sensation on his face, as if it had been immersed in a cloud of mist.
What's going on...
Before he could finish speaking, a large hand emerged from nowhere, gripped his neck, lifted him into the air, and slammed him hard against the wall. Plaster dust showered down, and the porcelain jug he was holding fell into the hands of his assailant.
Interesting. Not using cultivators, but employing warriors from the mundane world instead. Reversing the expected strategy to catch one off guard, is that it?
