Hearing his words, the chubby middle-aged man's face changed slightly. He had originally planned to have the others snatch all the food distributed today and not let Dudian eat. Then at night, he would have others take turns exhausting Dudian's energy and not let him sleep. When Dudian was completely drained of energy, he could easily cripple him without much effort and play with him at will. He didn't expect these two prison guards to cause complications.
A fierce look appeared in his eyes. Although he was annoyed that these two prison guards had meddled in his business, he wasn't afraid. Not to mention a wounded child, even if it were a robust and vicious wolf, he would dare to pounce on it and take a few bites.
"Let's start," the prison guard who knew Dudian smiled and said, "If you can't decide a winner, both of you will have to eat dirt."
The chubby middle-aged man took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the straw mat. Although the place on his foot that had been bitten was feel a dull pain,when he was truly facing a fight, he could hold back the pain. He walked steadily step by step towards Dudian.
Leaning against the iron cage, Dudian frowned due to the faint pain all over his body. Looking at the chubby middle-aged man approaching slowly, he suddenly raised his head and said to the prison guard behind him, "Can I admit defeat?"
The prison guard smiled and said, "Little guy, you'd better not spoil the fun for me. Everyone is watching. Don't worry, this fatty doesn't dare to kill you. Only we have the right to execute you scum!"
The chubby middle-aged man clenched his fists and grinned wickedly,"Kid, the one you should beg for mercy from is me. Call me 'ancestor', and I'll hit you one less time!"
Dudian withdrew his gaze, sighed, and murmured, "It's a pity I don't want such a stupid descendant like you."
"You're courting death!" The fleshy parts on the chubby middle-aged man's face twitched, and his eyes were filled with anger and killing intent. However, he wasn't so easily provoked and didn't let his guard down. Having been in this prison for a long time, he knew very well what kind of people could end up here. He immediately took a deep breath, aimed at the injured part of Dudian's shoulder, and his eyes flickered slightly. Then he suddenly raised his foot and swept it out.
Whoosh!
The wind of the kick whistled, and the momentum was great.
Dudian stared at him coldly, like a fierce tiger crouching on the ground. Seeing the kick coming, he slightly raised his arm.
When the chubby middle-aged man saw him raise his arm, he immediately retracted his kick. It was a feint!
Dudian's arm also dropped accordingly.
The chubby middle-aged man sneered inwardly. Trying to fight me? He raised his foot again and kicked out with great force.
When Dudian saw him raise his foot, he again made a gesture of slightly raising his arm.
The chubby middle-aged man retracted his foot again. It was another feint.
He took a few steps, changed the angle, and continued to kick. Similarly, this was also a feint.
In this way, seven or eight consecutive kicks were all feints. As the saying goes, things don't usually go beyond three times. After several consecutive feints, anyone would find it difficult to determine whether the next move would be a real attack. The advantage of feinting was that each time it could deceive the opponent into focusing all their attention on defense, which was very exhausting in terms of physical strength, energy, and patience.
The damage a person sustains when they have no defense and when they are prepared is almost worlds apart.
"Fatty, are you capable or not?"
"You're so timid. As expected, a fat body means a weak heart!"
The people in the other nearby prison cells jeered. Although their words were full of mockery, everyone secretly cursed this fatty for being cunning. To deal with a wounded kid, he was using such despicable and underhanded tricks.
However, thinking of what the prison guard had said earlier, no one dared to underestimate Dudian. Making a prison guard leave on a stretcher on his first day here, such a person was undoubtedly extremely difficult to deal with just from thinking about it.
The chubby middle-aged man was not affected by the others at all. He didn't decide to launch a real attack just because of their mockery. However, he put on a very annoyed expression on his face, making the people watching from the other prison cells think that he really couldn't stand the provocation and would make a move. However, when they saw that it was another feint, everyone lost their temper, and even the mockery seemed boring.
There were another seven or eight consecutive feint kicks.
Dudian made a gesture of defense each time, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. Perhaps because he was too tired, sometimes when he saw the chubby middle-aged man kick towards him, he was too lazy to defend.
Suddenly, the chubby middle-aged man made an almost identical kicking posture as before and swept his foot out.
At the moment he kicked out, a sinister killing intent appeared in the chubby middle-aged man's narrow eyes.
Everyone thought this kick was another feint and that it would be retracted halfway. However, this time it wasn't. Instead, it directly kicked towards Dudian's shoulder, making everyone's heart skip a beat.
Dudian, who had been breathing slightly, suddenly stopped breathing at this moment. His arm, which had been almost too weak to raise before, suddenly shot up. It was as fast as lightning and accurately grabbed the chubby middle-aged man's foot like an eagle's claw. Then he pulled it towards the outside of the prison cell behind him!
At this time, everyone suddenly noticed that Dudian's arm had somehow extended outside through the iron bars of the prison cage!
With this pull, he directly pulled the chubby middle-aged man's foot out from between the steel bars. The latter immediately did a big split and lost his balance, falling to the ground.
The movement of his arm pulled on the steel nails in his shoulder blade, causing Dudian to clench his teeth tightly in pain. He suddenly rushed forward from his sitting position. When the other person fell, his left hand grabbed the man's hair and, taking advantage of the momentum, violently threw him towards the ground.
Originally, with the steel nails piercing through his shoulder blades, both of his arms were not only in severe pain but also unable to exert much strength. However, after the previous slow feeling out, Dudian found that his left hand could still exert strength. It was the strength of his left hand that he had relied on to repel the others before!
His left hand had been eroded by the cold crystal and had no feeling. Although the internal muscles would still pull on the steel nails in his shoulder blade when he moved it, it could still exert the same strength as before. Only, the greater the explosive force, the more the steel nails would move, and the more intense the pain would be.
However, he knew that this was the hope he had to seize. His strong desire to survive made him almost endure the excruciating pain and unleash all his strength.
Bang, the chubby middle-aged man's forehead hit the ground hard. Especially in the split position, he almost fainted from the pain. The pain in his lower back spine and groin made him want to scream. Although he had done a lot of bad things, it didn't mean he could tolerate a great deal of pain.
Dudian gritted his teeth and grabbed the man's hair. Before the man could counterattack and grab him, he suddenly jabbed his fingers out!
Two soft sounds, almost simultaneous, were heard. The index finger and middle finger of his left hand deeply inserted into the chubby middle-aged man's eye sockets. Two eyeballs were immediately squeezed out, and Dudian's fingers hooked downward and tightly clasped, swinging from side to side.
"Ahhh—"
The chubby middle-aged man was almost driven crazy by the pain and raised his arms to pound wildly.
With a bang, a random punch landed on Dudian's side, aggravating the injury caused by the previous torture. Dudian's face turned pale. Seeing that the man's eyes were already blinded, he immediately released his fingers, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
His best opportunity before had been to launch a surprise attack while the other person was feinting.
When a person is feinting, they are precisely at their most vulnerable in terms of self-defense awareness. However, he didn't choose this better moment to attack because he was really too weak to launch an active attack. The pain all over his body and the injuries caused by the previous torture on his feet would affect the success rate of his surprise attack. So he could only turn the situation to his advantage.