He dropped his sword, turned around, and tried to sprint away into the forest for his life.
"Where do you think you are going?" Xie Zixin chuckled, stepping up.
With a simple wave of his hand, a sharp burst of spiritual energy shot from his fingertips, striking the fleeing mercenary directly in the calf. The man tripped hard, tumbling face-first into the dirt and groaning in defeat.
The entire fight was over almost as quickly as it had begun. The five arrogant mercenaries were now completely grovelling on the ground, bruised, bleeding, and trembling in terror.
"P-Please! Have mercy! We were blind! We did not know who we were messing with!" The mercenary leader sobbed, clutching his bleeding chest as he begged for his life.
Xie Lanying wiped her daggers clean with a handkerchief, glaring down at them with absolute disgust. "Get out of our sight before we decide to make your defeat permanent."
