Nie Feiyang saw Mo Han with his eyes closed, yet still able to knock Nie Long down with precise accuracy, was already trembling in fear, and without hesitation, turned to run away.
"Thinking of leaving? Can you escape?"
Mo Han flicked his wrist and a silver needle instantly sunk into Nie Feiyang's calf.
"Ah!" Nie Feiyang let out a scream, clutching his right leg as he rolled on the ground.
That needle from Mo Han had locked the meridian in Nie Feiyang's calf, leaving him unable to walk normally no matter how hard he tried.
"Young Master!"
Nie Long let out a sharp cry, trying to support himself up despite his injuries, and charged towards Mo Han with raised fists.
Smack!
Mo Han responded with a backhand slap.
Nie Long had not expected his opponent to use such a childish fighting technique and failed to dodge in time, receiving a heavy hit on his face that instantly swelled up on one side.
