Zheng Dalei’s expression changed as he was about to speak.
At that moment, his subordinates in the trading company, who had been eyeing the situation fiercely, started collapsing one by one, their limbs stiffening as they lay motionless on the ground.
This shocking development left Zheng Dalei feeling a chill of fear.
"You actually used poison too?" he shouted hoarsely.
"Nonsense, isn’t it only fair to return the favor? Why should only you be allowed to use poison and not me?"
The moment Zheng Dalei secretly poisoned them, Zhao Ya had already noticed.
However, he did not speak up, instead discreetly using a detoxification technique to protect Liu Bolong and Chen An.
After all, he was immune to a hundred poisons, but the two of them were just ordinary people.
If he didn’t intervene, they would undoubtedly die.
Not only that, Zhao Ya also stealthily added a little extra ingredient to successfully put Zheng Dalei’s subordinates down.
At the same time, Zhao Ya grabbed the shocked Liu Bolong and Chen An, and dashed out like an arrow leaving the bowstring.
"Trying to escape? It’s not that easy." Zheng Dalei snorted coldly, swiftly giving chase and delivering a punch.
Additionally, the accountant silently flew to Zhao Ya’s rear, twirling his fingers lightly to reveal an exotic weapon.
The shape of this weapon looked exactly like a brush, except the tip was made of refined steel, incredibly sharp.
Four words were engraved on the body of the brush.
Ruler of Life and Death.
It was one of the exotic weapons, the Judge’s Pen.
The accountant then aimed the Judge’s Pen directly at Zhao Ya’s back.
In an instant, Zhao Ya found himself caught between Zheng Dalei and this accountant’s pincer attack, a perilous situation indeed.
Even so, Zhao Ya showed no signs of panic.
In a hairsbreadth moment, he slightly shifted his body and skillfully evaded the two-person assault with an extraordinary body technique.
Immediately after, Zhao Ya kicked through the door and window, rushing out of the Yuanfu Trading Company to the outside.
But before he could land, the sound of bowstrings erupted, and a rain of arrows poured down.
Seeing this, Liu Bolong, who was in Zhao Ya’s grasp, couldn’t help but let out a desperate wail, convinced that he was doomed.
Even Chen An, who had unconditional trust in Zhao Ya, now appeared ashen-faced.
For he too was a martial artist, though not at a high level, but he had discernment.
He could see the timing of this arrow rain was extremely vicious.
It struck just as Zhao Ya had burst out of the trading company, when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had yet to arise.
At this moment, even a master of Lightweight Skill would find it hard to react.
Moreover, Zhao Ya was carrying both him and the boss.
Isn’t this a sure death?
Zheng Dalei, who was in pursuit, thought the same.
He had anticipated that simply a trading company wouldn’t likely trap this recently famous disciple of the Azure Dragon Temple.
Thus, he secretly instructed his men to ambush outside, ready to attack with arrows the moment Zhao Ya broke out.
Little did he expect it to be useful so quickly.
But just when Zheng Dalei was full of cold smiles, ready to witness Zhao Ya being riddled with arrows,
Zhao Ya suddenly executed an almost impossible maneuver.
Despite his exhaustion, he suddenly stamped his feet in the air.
Then, as if borrowing force from thin air, his initially falling body leaped again, remarkably dodging the wave of arrow rain.
Even as an enemy, Zheng Dalei couldn’t help but inwardly praise.
What excellent Leg Skills.
This technique of borrowing force from thin air is only possible after mastering Leg Skills to an extremely advanced level.
However, admiration aside, the façade was already torn, and naturally, there was nothing more to be said.
Zheng Dalei and the accountant leaped almost simultaneously, rushing at Zhao Ya in mid-air.
Once again, it was a pincer attack from front and behind.
But this time, Zhao Ya finally had his hands free.
Seeing him in mid-air, he suddenly shook both arms, tossing Liu Bolong and Chen An away like throwing a ball.
Chen An was relatively calm, but Liu Bolong screamed in fright.
Yet soon, their figures disappeared into the distance.
Zhao Ya’s throw carried immense force, more than enough to send the two to safety.
With the burdensome worries cast aside, Zheng Dalei and the accountant had already arrived.
It was still Zheng Dalei who attacked from the front with fists, and the accountant attacked from the rear with the Judge’s Pen.
But this time, Zhao Ya’s response was different.
At the same moment he exhaled and shouted, throwing a fierce punch.
The colliding fists instantly stirred a massive blast of soundwaves.
Zheng Dalei was knocked far back, but a hint of joy appeared on his face.
Because this meant he had stalled Zhao Ya.
In this way, the accountant attacking from Zhao Ya’s rear might succeed.
But the joy on Zheng Dalei’s face quickly vanished.
Because at this moment, a crisp ding sound was heard from behind Zhao Ya.
It was the sound of metal clashing, sparks even visible.
It turned out, when colliding fists with Zheng Dalei, Zhao Ya had already drawn the Cold Iron Saber with his other hand, using it to block the accountant’s incoming Judge’s Pen.
The accountant’s face darkened, as he slashed downward with the Judge’s Pen, aiming at Zhao Ya’s lower back.
But by now Zhao Ya had already forced back Zheng Dalei, and naturally wouldn’t allow the accountant a chance to strike again.
The Cold Iron Saber raised sharply, and then the accountant felt a gust of cold wind between his brows.