Chapter 241
The big Demon staggered forward with swinging Haymaker of a punch, as one would expect of a drunk, that I didn’t even need to dodge, then followed it up with what he tried to play off as a stagger, intended to pull me into his grasp. I grabbed his hand and pulled it low, bringing us face to face, pushing his shoulder with my other hand to turn him around before grabbing him by the horn.
"Like this, even a small cultivator can easily lead you around, and escort larger people from the premises." I say to the young students, who try to hide their amusement.
The big Demon snorts and tosses his head back while he stands, lifting me into the air, still holding his horn.
I kick the back of his knee as I fly over his head and on to his back, then stand and flop him over my shoulder so we’re cheek to cheek with him facing the roof and start walking again towards the door.
"The back of the knee is a weak point for most species. Pressure on the ligaments will make it buckle. Turned backwards like this it is hard for them to walk, so you’ll be basically dragging them, but they won’t have the balance or flexibility to do much to resist."
The big man is so heavily muscled that he can’t even properly grab me above his head, I just get wedged between his shoulder and face when he tries to lift his arm, being dragged along until I reach the door and the lesson is complete.
"But what if they’re not so drunk and they want to fight? Do you just beat them up, or do you have a way to get them out too without hurting them? The casino representative said it was really important not to hurt them, so they don’t cause trouble later. He even said we could get fired for fighting at work." One of the students asks for another demonstration.
The second instructor looks to be an Incubus, mostly human with a whip like tail and tiny black horns that flow along his hairline like an accessory. He’s the stronger cultivator of the two, so I motion him forward to demonstrate.
He goes straight for the cheap shot, activating his seduction aura to slow my responses and weaken my will to fight. The Aura smacking into me triggers something in my mind, a certain feeling that if I let my energy out just exactly like he has done, then shift it towards a feeling of reverence for the God of Death, that all will be right in the world.
I’m good with relying on instinct, so that is exactly what I do, a feeling of impending doom filling the air before the cold nothingness of the underworld takes over and my Domain snaps into place.