Zhao Jun's pupils constricted. He drew his blade, but it was only halfway out of its sheath when Fang Han was already upon him.
He couldn't even see how Fang Han moved. He just felt his wrist go numb, and the long blade flew from his grasp.
A kick to the back of his knee sent him involuntarily to the ground on one knee.
He tried to struggle to his feet, but a hand pressed down on his shoulder. The Palm Force was so immense that his bones creaked, and he was completely unable to move.
The youngest disciple's face had already drained of color in terror. He turned to dive into the woods, but after only two steps, he was seized by the back of his collar.
An irresistible force dragged him back through the air, slamming him down hard beside the tall, thin disciple. The impact made him see stars, and he couldn't get up for some time.
From start to finish, it had taken Fang Han only a few moments to subdue all three of them.
