He had used Zero to take Stia's silence, used Tamik to block the black arrows, and sent each of his subordinates in to serve as fodder for the Boss. Yet it still hadn't been enough. If he, the commander, still hid in the back after all that, wouldn't that be utterly pathetic?
To win a battle, Liao Ji would draw out the greatest possible use from every character.
That naturally included himself.
If ordinary emotional manipulation didn't work—
Then he would make it a big one.
Liao Ji had planned this move from the very beginning.
The only thing that had somewhat exceeded his expectations was—
Pain!
It hurt so much!
It hurt like fucking hell!
Liao Ji often saw scenes in film and television where someone got stabbed in the stomach with a dagger, then immediately broke out in a cold sweat, convulsing so badly that they could do nothing at all. He had always wondered if that was too exaggerated. It was just a stab, wasn't it?
Only today, he hadn't been stabbed—he had suffered something even worse. A hooked claw had pierced straight through his entire chest, while a scythe had carved a massive gash across his abdomen. The sensation of blunt weapons ravaging flesh and blood left Liao Ji drenched in sweat from head to toe. The tearing pain from his wounds constantly assaulted his nerves, no different from undergoing open-chest surgery without anesthesia.
It could be said that if not for [Dragon Blood Combustion] forcibly holding up his willpower, that piercing agony would have knocked him unconscious long ago.
Even Liao Ji had to admire himself. How had he managed, in this state, to grit his teeth and finish delivering the carefully prepared speech he had written for Stia? Those emotional lines he had prepared