But Zhuangyuan Lang did not stop what he was doing.
After stabbing the bandit leader's thigh, Zhuangyuan Lang turned his gaze to both of his arms.
Without mercy, he drove the dagger through the bandit leader's arms. Every strike avoided vital spots, leaving the bandit leader in unbearable agony without killing him outright.
The bandit leader's screams echoed continuously through the air, sending chills down the spine.
"Please... please, stop torturing me. Give me a quick death. Let me die quickly!" The bandit leader clutched at the hem of Zhuangyuan Lang's clothes, sprawled on the ground as he begged bitterly.
His face was covered in blood and sweat, his hair a disheveled mess, and his eyes brimmed with fear and despair.
He knew full well that the young man before him was no longer the frail scholar who could not even truss a chicken in the past, but a ruthless avenger with cruel methods.
He had already been tortured to the brink of death, utterly weak, yet he still hoped for a quick death rather than being tortured like this.
"No, don't!" he screamed, trying to evade Zhuangyuan Lang's attacks. But he was far too weak to avoid the swift, vicious blows. He could only watch helplessly as the blade cut across his body and feel the bone-piercing pain.
Zhuangyuan Lang sneered coldly, his face full of disdain. Looking at the bandit leader lying in a pool of blood, a flash of satisfaction flickered in his eyes.
"This is only a few cuts, and you can't take it anymore? If you'd known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? When you killed others, why didn't you think you would end up like this one day? Regretting it now? Too late! This is the punishment you