Seeing that pursuit was hopeless, Qing Yu began to examine the scene for any traces or clues.
"Meteor Darts?" Qing Yu picked up the hidden weapon previously used by the black-clothed man and sniffed it, "A very strong numbing poison, and it can even be absorbed through touch on the skin."
These black-clothed men had quite a few tricks up their sleeves, even coating their hidden weapons with a transdermal numbing poison. If Qing Yu had not constantly protected his fingers with "Innate Gang Qi," he might have actually been caught off guard by them.
One could say it was a clash of equals; they were cunning, but Qing Yu was even more so. He had considered using such methods himself.
Thus, when he caught the flying Meteor Darts earlier, Qing Yu had wrapped his fingers in "Innate Gang Qi" to protect himself from being poisoned, just as he did now.
"Sir, all of these men have poison-filled teeth in their mouths, they are Death Soldiers."