Cheng Zongyang looked at the middle-aged man and knelt to inspect his body. He found that the man's torso was almost completely intact, saved only by a tattered, special piece of clothing. Without hesitating, Zongyang quickly pressed several points on the man's body to stop the bleeding, preventing him from dying of blood loss.
Having staunched the bleeding, Cheng Zongyang knew the man wouldn't die just yet. He asked, "Do you want a quick death, or a slow and torturous one where you won't be able to die even if you want to?"
The middle-aged man said nothing, merely staring at Cheng Zongyang with dead, fish-like eyes.
Cheng Zongyang paid the man's glare no mind. He glanced around, then suddenly sealed the man's mute acupoint. Grabbing the man by the clothes on his chest, he lifted him up. Ignoring the man's mangled limbs and the veins bulging on his face from the intense pain, Zongyang swiftly departed.
