"He just ran off like that? What a coward!"
Gongxi Chou wanted nothing more than to punch the ground.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Gu Worms in his wounds began to thrash. They gnawed at his flesh, and the pain made his eyes go wide. His stubborn mouth softened at once, and he begged in a low voice, "Big Brother, Big Brother, it hurts— I was wrong. I take it back."
Only then did Jimò Qiu's icy expression warm a little. "Begging me won't help. When you're worked up, the Gu Worms get startled."
These Gu Worms were timid and easily frightened.
Gongxi Chou could only grimace and calm his agitated emotions.
Jimò Qiu picked up the half-dead red-black Gu Worms near the wounds and casually tossed them into the bonfire as firewood. "The point of war is to win, not to let hotheaded men flaunt their strength and fight recklessly. What good would it do you to beat that herb-gatherer? Would it affect the final outcome?"
Gongxi Chou sat bare-chested beside the bonfire, grimacing in pain as the muscles beneath his smooth skin spasmed uncontrollably.
He took several deep breaths before suppressing the agony. Soon, he was drenched in cold sweat, as if he'd been hauled out of water. Anyone who didn't know the circumstances would probably laugh at Gongxi Chou for being all bark and no bite. The stronger the Martial Gall Warrior, the more they could endure.
A few deep, blackened wounds were nothing. Even losing an arm or a leg, or having one's intestines spill out of one's belly and hang over one's armor, wouldn't stop them from fighting. As long as they still had breath in their lungs, they wouldn't cry out in pain or show weakness, even if they had to bite