"Spare me..."
Ross was finally afraid. Ye Chen gripped his neck and sneered. "One squeeze, and your head comes off. So tell me: do you want to live or die?"
"Live! Of course I want to live! Please don't kill me. Just let me go like a fart in the wind."
Ye Chen punched him on the head. "Even a fart has to wait for the right moment. Don't you understand that? Change those three back. Now."
He threw Ross to the ground, unconcerned that Ross might try something.
With Ye Chen's strength, killing Ross would be as easy as crushing a bug, so long as Ross didn't touch him.
Ross lay on his stomach, groaning and pretending to be in terrible pain. Ye Chen kicked him. "How much longer are you going to stall?"
Ross waggled his arms. "You dislocated my arms! I can't move my hands, so I can't change them back."
Ye Chen had no choice but to pop Ross's arms back into place. Two sharp cracks, and everything was as it should be. "Get on with it. Hurry!"
"Okay!" Ross agreed readily, but he was still hoping for a chance to catch Ye Chen off guard.
Ross rolled over, sprang up, and reached his right hand toward Ye Chen's shoulder.
Ye Chen's face darkened. He clenched his fist and drove a powerful one-inch punch into Ross's armpit. Crack! Ross's left arm went limp. He howled in pain and collapsed to the ground.
"Hmph... Tired of living, are you?" Ye Chen drew his sword and pressed its cold blade against Ross's neck. The chill of the metal seemed to seep into his skin. Ross shuddered and abandoned any thought of tricks. He dropped to his knees and knocked his head against the ground. "Spare me! I won't