You couldn't blame them.
It all happened too fast.
It may sound like a long time, but only a few seconds had actually passed.
Once they came to their senses, they scrambled to flee in all directions.
But the four trained militiamen, despite their pale faces, didn't immediately flee. Instead, they gripped their weapons.
The four of them fanned out and charged straight at Hu Qi.
Seeing this,
Hu Qi bent down, swiftly picked up the Dagger Rock had dropped, and held it in a reverse grip.
Just then, the militiaman on the far left thrust his Long Spear toward Hu Qi's throat like a striking snake!
Hu Qi didn't dodge. Instead, he stepped forward to meet the spearhead.
The instant the tip touched his skin, he jerked his neck to the side. The spear blade scraped past, drawing a faint line of blood.
At the same time, his left hand clamped onto the spear shaft like an iron vise while the Dagger in his right hand shot forward, slicing along the wooden pole!
PFFT!
