The burly mountain bandit truly had sharp eyes. With a single glance, he discerned that the red 'Protective Qi' surrounding Qin Jiu was extremely thin, only capable of slightly impeding arrows and hidden weapons. He swung his blade with full strength, slicing into the red Qi. Though the blade was heavy and skewed off course, unable to penetrate, a large swath of the red Qi around Qin Jiu scattered all at once. Clearly, his Qi was insufficient, and he could no longer sustain it!
"Get him, boys! He can't hold out any longer!"
"So you're the bandit leader! Prepare to die!"
Qin Jiu plunged the dagger in his hand into the swirling red wind around him and gave it a twist. With a loud whooshing sound, he drew out a long sword, sweeping it horizontally across the burly bandit's torso!
"Mere tricks!"
