Chapter 135: Child Of The Mountains…
Creed activated his short-range teleportation, disappearing with a crackle of distorted air and reappearing directly above the old man.
His body twisted mid-air, leg cocked back like a loaded spring, and then unleashed downward in a savage, descending arc.
His entire leg shimmered with red and brown as he channeled the full force of his Path of Killing, fusing it with his aura to harden the limb like forged steel.
But this wasn’t just a random wild kick—Creed had aimed with surgical precision.
His target? The intercostobrachial nerve, the bundle of nerves nestled just beneath the armpit—one of the most sensitive pressure points in the human body.
Hitting it could cause intense pain, muscle spasms, and even temporary loss of grip strength in the affected arm.
In a normal person, it could paralyze the entire arm temporarily. Creed didn’t need that much, he just needed the man’s hand to loosen a little. Just a little.
But even as his foot descended toward the nerve cluster, his other hand moved with the elegance of a dancer and the deadliness of a killer.
It had already taken the form of a spear—fingers stretched, palm sharpened, coated in the killing path and wrapped in the flickering aura of his Spear Domain.
In one swift, impossibly fluid motion, Creed stabbed his palm downward toward a small cluster of tendons between the base of the thumb and index finger in the old man’s outstretched hand—the thenar web space, another pressure point.
Striking it properly could jolt the fingers and momentarily force them open.