The Scythe swept through, and Yu Xiaogang's arm fell to the ground as bright red blood continued to gush from the wound.
The scene was horrifically bloody.
Yu Xiaogang was completely stunned.
He never would have expected Liu Yuan to kick open the wooden door and attack him without a word.
Still less had he expected Liu Yuan's strength to be so far above his own.
That was why he was still completely dazed.
He couldn't understand why he had ended up in this state.
But the intense pain from his wound was unmistakable.
Not only was it real, it was excruciating.
He could clearly feel his right shoulder twitching with pain. A breeze blew over him, and even that light touch was enough to twist his face in agony.
Yu Xiaogang looked at the severed arm on the ground. Fury immediately filled his eyes.
"My arm!"
"You've made me a cripple?"
"I'll kill you!"
Yu Xiaogang roared at Liu Yuan in a fit of rage.
The pain and the shock of becoming a cripple overwhelmed him, and he suddenly lost his reason.
He charged at Liu Yuan with a small knife, intending to stab him to death.
But Liu Yuan was far stronger than Yu Xiaogang. Even though he was only a clone and couldn't use any Soul Skills, dealing with Yu Xiaogang was still effortless.
He'd been able to cripple Yu Xiaogang when he was at full strength. Naturally, he could kill him now that he was already crippled!
So when Yu Xiaogang charged at him in a frenzy, consumed by rage and bent on killing him,
Liu Yuan merely let out a cold laugh.
He dodged Yu Xiaogang's knife with ease.
Then he punched Yu Xiaogang squarely in the face, drawing blood from his nose and knocking out several of his front teeth.
The force sent Yu Xiaogang flying backward. He rolled across the ground again and again. Whenever his wounds struck the ground, the pain was unbearable, and bright red blood soaked the earth.
"Heh."
"Pathetic. You're too weak."
"You want to kill me? You're not good enough!"
But Liu Yuan wasn't about to stop there.
After punching Yu Xiaogang away, he quickly followed him.
Before Yu Xiaogang could come to a stop, Liu Yuan stomped down hard.
He chose his target carefully. Of all the places he could have stepped, he went straight for Yu Xiaogang's wound.
His shoe was covered in mud, and now he ground it hard against Yu Xiaogang's wound. He didn't care that it might get infected, and Yu Xiaogang screamed in agony.
"You'll regret this!"
"You'll regret it, I swear!"
Yu Xiaogang howled in pain.
As Liu Yuan continued to torment him, he had no way to take revenge. All he could do was threaten him.
"Regret it? Then let's see how you plan to make me regret it!"
But Liu Yuan wasn't buying it.
Seeing that Yu Xiaogang still dared to talk back, Liu Yuan grew even more vicious. He raised his long leg, took aim at Yu Xiaogang's wound again, and stomped down over and over with brutal force.
Even if Yu Xiaogang's right shoulder hadn't been injured, that kind of stomping would have nearly killed him. And Liu Yuan was deliberately targeting the wound, so the pain Yu Xiaogang suffered was unimaginable.
Yu Xiaogang howled at the top of his lungs, his whole body trembling. He nearly shattered his teeth from clenching them so hard, and the inside of his mouth was torn and bloody. He felt as if he were being tortured beyond endurance.
"I'm Tang San's teacher! Do you know who Tang San is?"
"He was the champion of the Spirit Master Tournament a few years ago. He's destined to become a Titled Douluo!"
"How dare you treat me like this! Aren't you afraid he'll find out?"
"If you know what's good for you, let me go right now. I can let this go."
"Otherwise, a powerful Titled Douluo will hunt you down relentlessly one day!"
Yu Xiaogang knew that if this went on, Liu Yuan would torture him to death.
He couldn't just sit there and wait for it to happen.
Liu Yuan's torment had already left him in such agony that he could barely speak.
But he forced himself to endure the pain and spoke to Liu Yuan as clearly as he could, one sentence at a time.
He hoped that threatening Liu Yuan would make him wary and convince him to let him go.
So Yu Xiaogang threatened Liu Yuan again.
But he never expected that after hearing those threats, Liu Yuan would become even more vicious.
"Tang San? What makes you think I don't want to kill him?"
"As for Titled Douluo..."
"Does anyone really think those things are so impressive? They're nothing but ants!"
After hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Liu Yuan laughed coldly again.
But as he continued to torment Yu Xiaogang, his attacks only grew more brutal.
First, he kicked Yu Xiaogang hard in the face, leaving a shoeprint on it. Then he shifted his target and stomped on Yu Xiaogang's wound again and again.
The pain nearly sent Yu Xiaogang straight to his grave.
Yu Xiaogang howled frantically as bright red blood sprayed from his wound like a fountain. His whole body began convulsing.
He suddenly realized that threatening Liu Yuan was useless.
After all, he'd already threatened Liu Yuan several times.
But Liu Yuan was clearly the kind of person who yielded to kindness, not force.
The harsher Yu Xiaogang's threats, the more brutally Liu Yuan treated him.
So even Yu Xiaogang no longer dared to threaten Liu Yuan.
He was terrified that if he kept it up, Liu Yuan would torture him to death right there.
So he decided to beg for mercy instead.
A gentleman could wait ten years to take revenge!
As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood!
If he could escape today, he would make Liu Yuan wish he were dead one day.
And to achieve that, what did it matter if he had to endure some humiliation?
Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang stopped talking back and threatening Liu Yuan.
Instead, he started begging Liu Yuan to let him go.
"I was wrong, big brother! Big brother! It was all my fault. Please let me go! I won't do it again!"
"I'm scum! I'm useless! I didn't know my place! I shouldn't have offended you!"
"Please spare me!"
"As long as you're willing to spare me, I'll do anything! Whatever you want, I can give it to you!"
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