SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
After failing to poison and knock out Li Wei, the three prepared to knock him out by force and take him away.
They had assumed that in a close-quarters fight, a Mage wouldn't be able to use his abilities and would be easily defeated by them.
But to their surprise, Li Wei stunned all three of them, one slap for each.
The three lay on the ground, their cheeks bright red, staring dumbfoundedly at Li Wei.
'Is he a fucking Mage?'
His strength was more terrifying than a Snowfield yak's.
The three felt like their brains were about to be scrambled.
Li Wei flexed his right hand. He felt that slapping people was much more satisfying than blasting them with Magic.
The visceral satisfaction of flesh-on-flesh impact was a feeling Magic couldn't replicate.
Li Wei pulled over a chair, sat down to face the three men, and scanned their faces.
Sensing his stare, the three all averted their gazes, not daring to meet his eyes.
