"...I understand now..."
Qiu Yunshang burst into tears.
The Throwing Knife Senior naturally had not stabbed through the bone, but two transparent holes had appeared in his perfectly good thigh, blood gushing everywhere... How could it not hurt?
"Jing Shuanggao!"
The Throwing Knife Senior called out to Jing Shuanggao. "You—do you feel anything wrong?"
"It should be like this!"
Swish...
Jing Shuanggao's thigh was pierced as well. "Get it now?"
"...I understand. Hiss..."
"Mo Ganyun, come here."
The crowd then watched as the Throwing Knife Senior picked up Mo Ganyun's huge club and slammed it into Mo Ganyun with a boom. "Do you understand now? You not only need to understand how it feels when a club strikes someone—your hand-feel, your club-feel—you also need to feel what the enemy feels when the club lands on them, and what the enemy will do under that sensation... Got it?"
Mo Ganyun spat out mouthfuls of blood, rolling his eyes back. "Got it, got it..."
Following that principle... anyway, the Throwing Knife Senior spared no one.
Ever since he had genuinely begun to "like" and "be moved by" these youngsters, holes had started appearing in everyone's bodies one after another.
That was why, whenever they contacted Fang Che now, they truly did so with tears and runny noses.
Although they knew full well that the Throwing Knife Senior's instruction was the most effective possible method—because their own elders absolutely would not teach them with every strike drawing blood—their progress had thus advanced by leaps and bounds.
But... whoever experienced this agony would know.
The Throwing Knife Senior was genuinely good to them, but this was not the kind of "good" any living person could endure.
"Boss Fang, hurry back!"
"We're about to be killed..."
Facing his brothers' hopes and yearning, Fang Che could