When she saw Qin Tian's body pressing down on her, the woman in black was immediately struck with terror.
Instinctively, she swung her dagger, ready to stab at Qin Tian's descending chest!
However—
In the instant the woman swung her dagger, Qin Tian's hand had already clasped onto her pristine white wrist holding the dagger!
With her right hand under control, if it were anyone else, they would no doubt be sitting ducks with no way to face Qin Tian.
But the person Qin Tian was facing now was a cold and professional assassin. The moment her wrist was seized by Qin Tian, she prepared to shift her body to the side, positioning herself in confrontation with Qin Tian.
"You can't beat me, don't struggle and get hurt."
Qin Tian's words were like pouring a bucket of cold water over the woman's head.
And it was true.
As the woman prepared to turn around, Qin Tian's body had already pressed down, pinning her firmly beneath him, making her struggles futile.