"Flying, flying?"
The old village chief and the man were suddenly dumbfounded. All they could see was that there seemed to be a visible air current condensing at his feet. Then, with a nudge of his toes, he soared more than ten metres into the air. Just as he was about to act, holding the dagger in his hand, the bandit suddenly turned around, raised his hand, and a sleeve arrow swooshed out.
"Swoosh!"
Hao'er quickly avoided it. His body's instinctive reaction had already averted the danger when it was detected. At the same time, his hand attacked and struck forward, slapping out a palm strike. The eight or nine year old child knocked the mountain bandit several metres away.
"Puff!"
The mountain bandit spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, looking at the child who was walking step by step in horror: "Who, who the hell are you!"
Hao'er didn't say a word, but took a step, leaned forward, and slashed his throat!
