Sparring

"I'll stretch a little; I haven't been active for too long."

With a snap of his fingers, Mr. Hook sent five hooks down from the sky.

They hooked their hooks around his wrists, ankles, and the back of his neck, suspending him in mid-air. Using the hooks to pull him, they stretched his body, performing strange warm-up exercises.

Click! Crack! Sizzle!

Strange noises kept coming from Hawke's body during this process. He had indeed not exercised for a long time, and had been a homebody for at least ten years.

Luo Di didn't warm up, nor did he need to; his body was already quite hot.

He came to the door and looked at the stitches on the squad leader's face.

He wasn't surprised by the class monitor's ability to disguise himself, but rather by the hellish aura he exuded.

Can this "Hell Attribute" bestowed by Mr. Hook affect the "Mind Corner" to some extent, and make the class monitor less susceptible to its influence?

To everyone's surprise, the class monitor burst out laughing, and his hand, covered in stitches, casually draped over Luo Di's shoulder.

Stand on tiptoe,

Lean forward,

They whispered secrets in each other's ears, words that only the two of them could hear.

"Luo Di, you've improved so fast! When we first met, you had trouble even with the most basic communication skills. Now you seem like a seasoned pro."

From the moment you arrived at the torture chamber, you wanted to challenge Mr. Hook to a duel, right?

But he didn't say it directly; instead, he inserted a lot of preparatory words in between. Only when the time was right did he cast the hook, and the fish was easily caught.

"You weren't this skilled when dealing with Isabella. Are you actually quite good at this? Like me, have you been pretending all along?"

After the class monitor pointed this out, Luo Di realized that his "exchange" with Mr. Hook just now was indeed different from before.

But he didn't intentionally set a trap in his words; it was more like an unconscious act.

The squad leader then placed his other hand on Luo Di's shoulders, helping him relax.

"I was just kidding. Since we can spar with such a strong person, let's focus on the present. Such opportunities are rare."

"Um."

Luo Di knew very well how powerful Mr. Hook was.

Unable to perform spinal surgery, he could only try to improve his combat effectiveness from other aspects, and his eyes fell on the Investigator uniform.

Luo Di touched the sleeve area of Investigator uniform with his finger, and a button-like structure was activated.

The Investigator uniform, which was originally in the form of a "coat", immediately tightened to fit Luo Di's current body proportions, transforming into a completely form-fitting black combat suit, with every vein structure on the surface of the clothing clearly visible.

Luo Di receives noticeable support from his clothing when he makes any movement, especially when he exerts force.

This effect is far superior to that of a coat.

Although Luo Di's mindset is that of a "murderer," and the black coat is the best way to present himself, the situation before him is not a hunt, but a duel with a stronger opponent.

"Is this the technology developed from the corner? This outfit can be considered Corner-transforming item without any side effects or impact."

After getting used to the combat uniform, Luo Di raised his left hand and brought it close to his face.

Sharp barbed wires emerged from the arm, beginning to construct a trap in the head area.

Mr. Hook, who stood before him, was an expert in torture. Luo Di's own left arm had been given to him by Mr. Hawke, so there was no way he could gain an advantage in terms of traps.

Since setting traps is ineffective, it's better to use them on yourself.

Structure of the Jaw Ripper

The current sparring session is not threatened by poison gas.

However, the Jaw Ripper also has a dual function.

One is to provide head protection.

Another option is that the Jaw Ripper clip held in the mouth can increase the pain tolerance limit to some extent.

As the "Jaw Ripper" was placed on Luo Di's head, Hawke, who was warming up, also turned his gaze over.

Even though he was the master of the torture chamber and had put all sorts of instruments of torture on the heads of various criminals, this was the first time he had ever seen such a structure, and he found it very interesting.

At the same time, he also developed a different kind of appreciation for Luo Di.

"Hmm? Make the animal trap backwards and then put it on your head?"

Is this meant to filter harmful gases and protect your brain? After all, your body is still quite ordinary and relies on the most basic function of breathing to function.

Now that you've chosen to wear it, I guess it's to endure the pain, right? This is a design you came up with yourself?

Luo Di shook his head in denial, saying, "The inspiration came from a movie."

"Movie?"

As Mr. Hook descended from the sky, he tilted his head, seemingly hearing the word for the first time.

Luo Di patiently explained about the film's production, DVDs, viewing methods, and so on.

"That's interesting! We don't have anything like that here. The technology in the entire True Hell is mainly geared towards war, and rarely used for entertainment."

I wonder if you have any way to bring these devices over, especially the DVDs with movies burned on them, so that I can have some time to pass the time in the preaching room every day.

If that's possible, we can consider offering a discount on our outstanding balance.

"Hmm, I'll go back and try drawing the Hell Symbol on the relevant objects to see if I can bring it over. Shall we start sparring now? Time is running out."

Luo Di swallowed another single dose of the drug, which quickly stabilized the collapsing scene before him.

"Bring it on!"

Mr. Hook spread his arms wide, displaying his body to the fullest extent.

The moment his five fingers were fully extended along with his arm, a powerful pressure struck, as if some invisible force field covered his entire body, something Luo Di had never felt before.

Forcing him to retreat,

Forcing him to bow his head,

He was forced to kneel with his knees bent inwards.

When Luo Di struggled to lift his head, the invisible pressure even affected his vision.

Behind Mr. Hook, a shocking painting suddenly appeared.

Countless sinners are being tortured in different ways.

Every inch of their bodies was dominated by pain; their skin, flesh, bones, and blood vessels were all controlled by the instruments of torture.

They are shouting.

Screams of agony

In the crowd,

In bloom,

The class monitor, who was in the audience, also felt the pressure and was forced to leave the preaching room again, hugging his body and squeezing his legs together.

As the primary target, Luo Di's thoughts were being constantly bombarded by this oppressive force, as if he were already there, one of the victims himself.

Click!

The teeth gripped the clips on the Jaw Ripper tightly.

Despite the pressure and mental anguish, Luo Di gritted his teeth and took a step forward, his Red Vein Through Eye eyes showing no sign of retreat.

On the other hand, Mr. Hook became extremely excited when he saw that Luo Di had adapted to this mental shift in a short period of time.

The hooks hanging all over his back were tearing at his skin with excitement, and the more you looked at Luo Di, the more pleasing he became.

"You can withstand my intense pain even before your spine has been truly opened! You're incredibly talented! Why do you hang out with those bloodthirsty bastards? Why don't you come and report to me?!"

What a pity!

Just as Hawke was sighing, Luo Di had already arrived in front of him.

Holding the knife with both hands,

The Zombie Blade, with its spiraling Hell Wire, integrates to some extent with the internal pituitary gland, making the teeth on the blade even sharper and easier to tear through flesh.

Charged-up slash

The effect is doubled with the support of the combat suit.

It slashed diagonally towards Mr. Hook's body.

This killing was utterly ruthless, like a carnage fought in a nursing home.

Bite!

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed in the preaching room.

The Zombie Blade that had been slashed down was firmly caught between two fingers.

The small hooks between the nail plates also grip the blade tightly, preventing it from moving.

Mr. Hook even took the time to observe the knife's unique structure.

"Oh, so this is a weapon made using pituitary glands? It is indeed very different from the Hell Weapon, much more vivid and full of life."

It can even combine with Hell Attribute, which shows its great versatility.

The next second,

Hawke felt a strong impact in his abdomen.

Luo Di's shoe had already landed on his stomach, and his leather jacket was dented from the kick.

Hawke's body weight was similar to that of a normal human, so he was naturally sent flying by such a heavy kick, and his body was about to crash into the altar steps.

The hook inserted into his back suddenly began to pull on his skin, stopping him from moving backward and allowing him to regain his balance and stand firmly.

When Hawke looked up again, Luo Di's body had changed; his back was bruised and raw, though it didn't show signs of an open spine.

"The lowest level of spine posture? Come on... I'll lower the level a bit and play with you, and give you some nutrition."

Hawke stopped using his mental pressure and voluntarily downgraded, reaching out to pull out the hooks from his back as weapons, one on each side.

Luo Di arrived at the same time.

Clang! The blade struck the hook.

The wire-coated teeth rubbed wildly against the hook's surface, scattering a large amount of metallic sparks all over the ground.

With a whoosh, Luo Di exhaled from under his mask, unleashing his power to parry the hook.

Hawke's body was thus completely exposed!

With a single slash... whoosh!

Hawke's body was cut open from the front with a diagonal slash ten centimeters deep, running from his left chest down to his waist and abdomen.

If it were a human, they would already be in a state of deep concern.

But Hawke's body was completely black inside, like a bottomless abyss with no end in sight.

"Oh? It actually managed to hit me, but it was too shallow. As expected, the difference in rank is too great... Even if I lower my rank, I can't make up for the difference in rank."

Taking advantage of the gap in Luo Di's slashing,

Hawke pressed down with both hands raised high, lowering the hooks holding his hands.

Whoosh!

The spikes pierced deeply into Luo Di's shoulder, reaching the very depths of his flesh.

Not only that,

Hawke also had a subtle, almost imperceptible technique: as the hook entered his body, he would lightly flick his fingers on the surface of the hook, sending a vibration of a specific frequency into his body.

This was a kind of pain that Luo Di had never experienced before, a pain that exceeded all limits.

The screams of agony echoed through the preaching room...