What Was There to See on a Stone?

"Mr. Stone, I need to confirm something first. Do you prefer physical SM, or psychological SM?"

Liu Zheng asked cautiously.

After all, psychological abuse was still abuse, and the harm it caused could even last far longer than physical abuse.

"Hee~ hee~"

Stone Man replied.

"Shi Sang says it prefers the physical kind."

Thirteen Yao answered for it.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng let out a breath of relief.

Active psychological abuse required considerable skill, and he really had no experience with it.

Physical abuse was much simpler. Just beat the stuffing out of it.

"You don't think physical abuse is simpler than psychological abuse, do you?"

Thirteen Yao saw right through him.

"That's exactly what I thought, Director."

Liu Zheng admitted it.

"For other people, you might not be wrong. But for Shi Sang... Shi Sang, may I demonstrate for this rookie who doesn't know his limits?"

Thirteen Yao asked Stone Man.

"Hee~ hee~"

Stone Man nodded slightly.

"Watch closely, rookie."

Thirteen Yao extended one hand from his loose bathrobe, then tucked the sleeve into his belt.

Then he lowered his stance and pushed a fist toward Stone Man.

It was more accurate to call it a push because his punch was so slow that Liu Zheng could clearly see the path his fist traveled.

Yet Liu Zheng quickly realized something was wrong.

Though it looked like an ordinary straight punch, the muscles in Thirteen Yao's shoulder kept tensing and relaxing.

After noticing that, he focused intently on Thirteen Yao's fist technique.

At last, Liu Zheng discovered the horrifying truth.

That seemingly ordinary punch was actually formed from the overlapping afterimages of countless punches.

"Nandou Dark Demon Fist: A Thousand Strikes in an Instant."

Noticing the change in his expression, Thirteen Yao casually called out the name of the move.

Then