Rage

He had not intended to use that bit of strength to stop Tu Wu. He only wanted to provoke him, make Tu Wu punish him. In other words, he intended to trade injury for time. Tu Wu would not let him die anyway, would he?

And the reality was more or less as he had expected. Tu Wu did begin punishing him, furious that he had deceived him at a time like this. But what Zhou Yang had not expected was that this guy's anger came quickly and went just as quickly. Not long after beating him, his brain suddenly started working again.

"Kid, I suddenly thought of something strange. Since you could clearly have played dead to conserve your strength, why did you wake up just to take my beating?"

Hearing that, Zhou Yang sighed inwardly. As expected, the other man had still noticed.

But he could not possibly refuse to give a reason now. Would that not mean he had some ulterior motive? His mind whirred, and he opened his mouth, saying slowly, "I originally wanted you to see how badly I was hurt and help me treat it a little. But I realized that you idiot did not have that thought at all. Aren't you afraid I'll die?"

This time, Zhou Yang was telling the truth. He knew that only words like these could make the other man believe him. Of course, they also concealed his true purpose.

Who would have thought Tu Wu would merely click his tongue? "I forgot."

Hearing that answer, Zhou Yang almost wanted to cry. He had never imagined that this would be the real reason.

But Tu Wu did not feel ashamed in the slightest. Instead, he said happily, "Good thing I forgot. Otherwise, who knows what kind of tricks you would've pulled, kid?" Then his tone changed, and he looked at Zhou Yang with a peculiar expression, as though he were grateful?

Zhou Yang felt the hairs on his body stand on end. What are you thanking me for?

"Kid, although you deceived me, I still have to thank you. Thank you for telling me that you're even more dangerous than I imagined." As he spoke, Tu Wu grabbed the broken blade and slashed at Zhou Yang's other leg.

Splat! Another jet of blood burst forth, and Zhou Yang's already pale face lost even more color.

After cutting open the artery in his thigh, Tu Wu actually tore off some cloth to bandage him this time. Zhou Yang did not move throughout the process, because his consciousness was already growing hazy.

After bandaging his right leg, Tu Wu looked at Zhou Yang's remaining hand, seemingly considering whether to cripple it as well. Then he suddenly noticed the ring on Zhou Yang's hand.

"Hmm? What's this kid wearing? Could it be a treasure?" Tu Wu reached out to remove it. But Zhou Yang seemed to sense the movement at his left hand and instinctively clenched his fist. Seeing this, Tu Wu became even more convinced that the thing in his hand was not simple. Without another thought, he grabbed Zhou Yang's hand and pulled it off.

After removing it, Tu Wu stared blankly at the ring. Though it did look quite exquisite, it looked like it was made of paper no matter how he examined it. Then he saw the character Nan on it and wondered whether it might be this kid's name, so he decided to ask its owner, Zhou Yang.

"Kid, is your name Nan?"

"Give it back."

"Hm? You dare talk to me like that? Do you want to lose another hand? Huh?"

Smack! Tu Wu kicked Zhou Yang again. Zhou Yang's expression did not change after taking the kick. Instead, he raised his eyes toward Tu Wu, who stood above him looking down.

Seeing Zhou Yang's gaze, which looked like he was rolling his eyes, Tu Wu did not find it amusing at all. Instead, he felt a sense of danger. He had felt this danger once during their earlier fight, but that had been when he was at a disadvantage. Now he held an absolute advantage no matter how he looked at it, so why was he feeling this way? Wait. Could it be this ring? Did this ring have some kind of mechanism?

Thinking this, Tu Wu tossed the ring onto the ground without a word and stomped on it furiously. "I'll stomp it! I'll stomp it! I refuse to believe that after I crush you like this, you can still threaten me."

The moment Zhou Yang saw Tu Wu's action, he froze. He seemed to feel something shatter. Then, from somewhere, he found the strength to move. He threw himself onto the ground and crawled toward Tu Wu with his one remaining hand.

"Finally crushed it." Tu Wu wiped sweat that did not exist from his forehead. Then he saw a hand clutching his ankle. Looking up, he discovered that the hand belonged to Zhou Yang. It gave him quite a fright. He had not expected Zhou Yang to still have strength at this point. At the same time, he cursed his own hysterical behavior just now. He had actually forgotten to watch his surroundings.

Just as Tu Wu was criticizing himself inwardly, a voice suddenly came from below his feet.

"Take your stinking foot off."

"Hm? Brat, do you really think you won't die just because I don't want to kill you? A person's patience has limits, you know? You're challenging my bottom line again and again, understand? As a prisoner, you need to have the awareness of a prisoner, understand? And you still dare threaten me? You really are a newborn calf that doesn't fear tigers!" Still not satisfied after speaking, Tu Wu raised his other foot and stepped on the wound on Zhou Yang's right hand.

The wound he had just roughly bandaged split open again, and blood began to flow once more. In Tu Wu's eyes, no matter how strong Zhou Yang's endurance was, he would not be able to bear pain like this.

Yet the expected scream never came. Instead, Zhou Yang repeated himself. "Take your stinking foot off." His tone was even colder than before, as though the very air were about to freeze.

Tu Wu sneered. "Did I beat your brains out, kid? You're a prisoner, a prisoner!" With that, he raised his fist, ready to strike Zhou Yang's head. This time, he truly did not intend to hold back. Zhou Yang's repeated provocations had already exceeded his limit. At worst, the kid would just be worth a little less!

Sensing the wind from the incoming fist, Zhou Yang suddenly raised his head.

Tu Wu's fist abruptly stopped before his face. Of course, this was not because Zhou Yang possessed some kind of eye technique. Tu Wu had simply been startled by Zhou Yang's gaze.

The whites of Zhou Yang's eyes were crisscrossed with blood vessels like a spiderweb, while his pupils seemed to have turned blood-red. His entire eyes looked as though they were shrouded in blood.

Seeing those eyes, Tu Wu felt as though he had seen the eyes of a dragon whose reverse scale had been touched. Frightened, he immediately staggered back several steps. Once he had retreated, Zhou Yang finally picked up the ring that had been stomped beyond recognition.

After Zhou Yang stopped looking at him, Tu Wu finally let out a long breath. That feeling from earlier had been terrible, and even now he felt lingering fear. His first reaction had been that it was an illusion technique, but upon thinking carefully, those eyes did not seem to be some kind of eye technique. They looked more like the bloodshot eyes of an ordinary person. What he had seen must have been caused by his own nervousness. He mocked himself, saying, "I can't believe I was scared back by the glare of a little brat." At the same time, he thought he should finish Zhou Yang quickly and leave this place. He had stayed here far too long already; it was simply too dangerous.

He looked over and saw that Zhou Yang seemed to still be staring blankly at the corpse of that ring. What he found most unbelievable was that this person, who had not even groaned after suffering such severe injuries, now let a single tear fall.

Tu Wu immediately laughed inwardly. So this is the kid's weak spot.