The man clutched his buttocks tightly, yet it seemed as if air was leaking out, with foul qi being continuously slapped out of him.
"So that's how it is! The descent of foul qi is just farting!"
George had an expression of surprise and delight.
Yin Tian reached out again, touching a spot near George's knee, "If this spot is struck by a silver needle, one will temporarily lose the ability to move their legs."
As Yin Tian spoke, his wrist gave another flick.
A poor soul's legs immediately went weak, and he fell to his knees on the spot.
"And here."
Yin Tian raised his hand again, touching a spot on George's neck, "Striking here with a silver needle can cause a person to fall into a coma, but the force must be light, otherwise, it's easy to kill someone outright."
Before he finished speaking, Yin Tian demonstrated again on George.
George watched, his heart surging with excitement, clearly astonished by the techniques displayed by Yin Tian.
"Let me try..."
