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Tang Hao had initially dismissed a mere Soul Master as an insignificant ant, easily crushed. He never imagined such a humiliating reversal.
He, a Titled Douluo, was the one being thoroughly played.
First came the stinging nails, then the irritating salt, and finally, the agonizing pepper water to seal his torment! It was a cruel and unusual assault.
Life was truly a series of unexpected turns.
The pepper water, now diluted by the rain and mixing with the blood oozing from his wounds, created an unbearable sensation. The intense pain felt like repeatedly submerging his palm in boiling oil followed by a bath in sulfuric acid.
A Titled Douluo, a man who had witnessed and endured countless horrors, was still brought to his knees by this inhuman agony. His lips turned a ghastly purple, his body trembled uncontrollably, and tears welled up in his usually fierce eyes.
Yet, Tang Hao was unyielding. He gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a single cry.
Just some physical torture, he told himself, what's the big deal? A true warrior doesn't fear hardship.
This little pain? That's all you've got? It's nothing compared to the venom in that brat's words!
"You vile child! Who are you? What tricks are you using?"
Tang Hao growled, his voice low and shaking, his bull-like eyes fixed on his tormentor.
He focused on speaking, a desperate attempt to distract himself from the searing pain in his pierced palm and prevent the humiliating tears from falling.
A Titled Douluo can die standing, but he cannot bear the shame of being defeated and weeping.
"Me? Just a Kamen Rider passing through!"
Lu Xian casually held the wolf-tooth steel needle sword in one hand, picking his nose with the other before flicking the result onto Tang Hao's contorted face.
You mother— what an utter disgrace!
Not a single word of truth. What nonsense was this "Kamen Rider"?
Tang Hao had never heard such a ridiculous term. His lungs burned, and he gasped for breath, feeling as though he might die then and there, his eyes unable to even close in disbelief.
"Don't believe me?"
Lu Xian paused, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. A Kamen Rider? Without even a mask? Even I don't buy that. How could he?
Too hasty.
"I know you're anxious, but don't worry, let me think of another identity..." Damn it!
Could you possibly be more perfunctory?! Birth! This is definitely a birth! Tang Hao felt his chest tighten, his breath catching in his throat.
"I've got it!"
Lu Xian's face suddenly brightened, as if a lightbulb had illuminated above his head. He shook his left hand, producing a solid steel mace from his ring – a real weapon, not a manifestation of a Martial Soul, acquired from a blacksmith in the Sky World.
He cleared his throat and declared with feigned righteousness, "I won't change my name or my surname. In truth, I am Li Feiyu."
"Hehehe—!"
Lu Xian hefted the steel mace.
"And now, I, Li Feiyu, shall deliver a thorough lesson on the principles of bullying the old with the young..."
Lu Xian swung the mace, his arm a rapid windmill, sending the heavy steel weapon whistling through the air.
!? Is this your principle?!
Tang Hao's eyes burned with fury. If that thing connected with his head, would he even remain in one piece? A Titled Douluo possessed a formidable physique, but restrained and kneeling like this, he would be crushed to death by the mace sooner or later!
Tang Hao's face paled slightly beneath the purple. He wasn't afraid of death, but he refused to die so pathetically, at the hands of a useless Soul Master barely past level thirty. He still had so much to do...
"Think I'm going to hit your head?"
Lu Xian activated some unseen power, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
Isn't that obvious?! Tang Hao glared at him with pure hatred.
"Heh, congratulations, you guessed right! And here's your prize!"
With a sudden, brutal twist, Lu Xian hurled the wolf-tooth mace with increasing force. In the same instant, he executed a vicious upward hook shot. The jagged, bone-covered head of the mace scraped the ground and slammed directly into Tang Hao's groin...
"But – it's the small head!"
"Oh yeah! Home run!"
No—
That single thought flashed through Tang Hao's mind.
The next second, his face turned a sickly liver color, his eyes bulging out in grotesque exaggeration, as if about to detach from their sockets.
He seemed to hear the sickening crunch of his own… youth… shattering.
His entire body was launched skyward by the devastating blow, tracing a horrifying parabola before landing with a wet thwack in the muddy puddle.
How utterly cruel!
A brief silence was shattered by a bloodcurdling, pig-like scream of agony.
It was a sound that would make the listener weep.
No one, no man, could endure such excruciating pain.
Scientifically proven, experts claimed the pain of a man's broken… was a thousand times the agony of childbirth! And this wasn't just a simple break; Tang Hao had been bombarded and impaled by a mace. Lu Xian estimated he could add another zero to that figure.
This pain transcended the physical.
It was a crippling assault on both body and soul!
Tang Hao lay curled in the mud, arms clamped protectively around his abdomen, his muscles contracted to the point of cramping. His hands were pressed tightly against his bloodied crotch, his body convulsing in agony as he howled.
This scene confirmed the experts' grim pronouncements. Even a Titled Douluo was not immune.
Tang Hao, who had held back his tears for so long, finally succumbed. Tears of shame streamed down his face.
Indeed, no matter how formidable the enemy, the lower extremities were always their greatest vulnerability. Men and women were the same in this regard, though the methods differed. Lu Xian had certainly verified this… partially!
He eagerly anticipated the opportunity to verify the other half in the future.
With the swing of the mace, a feeling of utter liberation washed over him!
The word "cool" was woefully inadequate to describe his current elation.
Tang Hao lay sprawled in the distant mud pit, his body contorted like a cooked shrimp, blood gushing from his groin. He choked on his wails, gasping for air, his eyes burning with resentment as he stared at Lu Xian.
If looks could kill, Lu Xian would have been annihilated ten thousand times over.
Lu Xian, wielding the wolf-tooth steel needle sword in one hand and the mace in the other, swaggered forward, spewing infuriating taunts:
"That look is really scary. Planning to kill me? Come on then, you idiot! Try and hit me!"
"Can't move? What a weakling!"
"Want me to fetch you something nice to help you recover?"
"—Ah, shit?"
Too cheap! This little bastard was truly despicable!
Tang Hao was on the verge of being driven mad.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Tang Hao felt something forced into his mouth.
A putrid stench instantly flooded his entire head, a truly gag-inducing odor.
Yue—
He vomited on the spot.
It was… TM Ole Gei!
Tang Hao's mind reeled, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.
Where had this vile substance come from?
It had to be that little devil, that wicked little ghost!
He had actually… given it to him!?! What?!
Tang Hao felt his sanity slipping.
A gentleman can be killed, but not humiliated! Kill this little demon! No matter the cost, this damned and evil little devil must die today! Fight to the death!
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