The second stick hit hard!
Danzo's forehead was pressed against the ground. Stone Slab The ground was cold and hard. His fingers clenched tightly on the ground, and his nails scraped against Stone Slab making a sharp, sharp sound.
"Three!"
"Four!"
"Five!"
Danzo's body was trembling, and the muscle spasm caused by the pain almost made him collapse.
His fingers clenched tighter on the ground, and his nails were embedded in the dust in the cracks of Stone Slab, leaving a few shallow white marks on Stone Slab.
His teeth clenched tighter, his masseter muscles bulged like two eggs, and the veins on his cheeks popped out.
But he still managed to hold on and did not shout.
"Fifteen!"
"Sixteen!"
"Seventeen!"
When he hit twenty sticks, the corners of Danzo's mouth began to twitch. It was the uncontrollable self-trembling of the facial muscles after the pain exceeded the limit of tolerance.
His lips kept trembling, and his teeth couldn't bite at all. His upper and lower teeth collided together, making an obvious rattling sound.
"Thirty-one!"
"Thirty-two!"
"Thirty-three!"
When he was beaten thirty times, Danzo's one eye began to turn red. It was physiological tears that gathered in his eyes, soaking the swollen one eye in a blur of water.
Execution Rod, continue!
"Forty-seven!"
"Forty-eight!"
"Forty-nine!"
When he hit fifty sticks, Danzo finally couldn't hold on anymore and his will collapsed.
"Ah--!"
A scream rushed out of his throat, sharp and hoarse, like a rusty knife scraping against the glass.
Danzo's tears finally fell. Physiological tears welled up from the swollen one eye, flowed down the bridge of his nose, mixed with the blood at the corner of his mouth, and dripped on the Stone Slab ground.
His body began to struggle violently. His arms jerked back, his legs kicked wildly on the ground, and his knees made a series of muffled sounds on Stone Slab.
But his struggle was in vain. The two Security Force members held him down tightly, and he was pushed back every time he struggled.
The crowd at the door was quiet for a moment.
Then the discussion erupted again.
"It's screaming! Danzo is screaming!"
"Weren't you very strong just now? Now you can't hold on with only fifty sticks?"
"You go up and get fifty sticks? That's Water-and-Fire Staff, covered with copper!"
"You deserve it! Why didn't he think about today when he was tricking and killing other people?"
Orochimaru stood in the crowd, smiling even more happily.
His tongue stuck out and licked his lips round and round. His golden vertical pupils stared at Danzo's tear-soaked face, and his pupils shrank into a thin line.
"Sixty!"
"Sixty-one!"
"Sixty-two!"
Water-and-Fire Staff continued to fall. Danzo screamed one after another, from sharp to hoarse, from hoarse to deep, from deep to a vague roar that even he himself could not hear clearly.
When he hit eighty sticks, Danzo's consciousness began to blur.
His one eye was half-open and half-closed, his pupils were dilated, and his vision had lost focus. His body no longer struggled, but only twitched mechanically with each stroke of the stick.
His mouth was still open, but the sound coming from his throat was no longer a scream, but an unconscious moan.
"Eighty-seven!"
"Eighty-eight!"
"Eighty-nine!"
Shikaku Nara stood on the right side of the desk, his face full of confusion.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and coughed lightly.
The cough was so light that it was almost inaudible amid the dense sound of stick blows and Danzo's screams. But Uchiha Yongye could definitely be heard.
Shikaku looked at his words and saw that Uchiha Yongye showed no signs of getting angry, so he persuaded her in a low voice.
"Master Yongye, if we continue to fight like this, people may be killed and the impact will be bad."
Yongye leaned on the back of the chair and responded casually.
"It's okay."
"This guy is patient."
"No big deal, get on Medical Ninja."
Shikaku hesitated and said nothing more. He didn't have a good impression of Danzo, who had no bottom line and deceived people. He was willing to stand up and give advice because it was for the sake of Konoha's overall situation.
"Ninety-five!"
"Ninety-six!"
"Ninety-seven!"
When he hit a hundred sticks, Danzo no longer screamed.
His mouth was still open, but there was only one sound coming out of his throat - ho, ho, ho - like a drowning man trying to breathe.
The Security Force member stopped his stick, squatted down, and lowered his palm... Light green Medical Chakra poured out from his palm, covering the bruised and purple skin.
Cells began to divide, tissues began to regenerate, and ruptured blood vessels began to heal. The redness and swelling subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blue-purple stick marks changed from deep to shallow, and from shallow to light.
Danzo's body trembled slightly under the shroud of Medical Chakra. His one eye refocused, and its dilated pupil slowly shrank.
His consciousness returned and the pain eased, but the humiliating feeling seeping out from the seams of his bones was more unbearable than the pain!
This is not just torture, this is purgatory!
Medical Chakra lasted for a while and then dissipated.
Danzo's injury has recovered somewhat, the purple stick marks have turned into light red, and the broken skin has healed again.
Security Force member grasped Water-and-Fire Staff again.
Danzo's pupils suddenly contracted.
"One hundred and one!"
The stick fell and hit the tender flesh that had just healed.
"Ah--!"
The screams were sharper and more pitiful than before. The new skin cracked under the blow of the stick, and blood seeped out from the cracks and flowed down the thighs.
Some people in the crowd at the door turned away, unable to bear to look any further. Some were biting their lips, their faces turning pale. Others were covering their mouths, with the acid water in their stomachs rising.
"One hundred and ten!"
"One hundred and twenty!"
"One hundred and thirty!"
By the time he was beaten one hundred and thirty times, Danzo's body was already in disarray. From his waist to his knees, there was not a single piece of intact skin.
The blood dyed his pants dark red, dripped down his pants legs, and formed a small pool of blood on the Stone Slab ground.
His one eye was half-open, his pupil was dilated, and his gaze was empty. His mouth was slightly open, his lips were dry and cracked, and the sounds coming from his throat were getting weaker and lighter, like an oil lamp that was about to burn out.
Zhan Zhao glanced at Yongye.
Yongye nodded.
Zhan Zhao squatted down and pressed down with his palm... the light green Medical Chakra lit up again.
This time it is thicker and brighter than the last time, and covers a larger area, extending from the waist to the bend of the knee.
Cell division is faster than last time, and tissue regeneration is faster than last time.
The cracked skin slowly healed under strong treatment... The purple congestion quickly dissipated under the wash of Chakra. The new skin spread from the edge of the wound to the center, covering the bloody area inch by inch.
Danzo's body trembled violently under the cover of Medical Chakra!
His soul trembled even more!
This is not just purgatory! This is the eighteenth floor of purgatory!
Beat violently! Treat! Beat again!
That damn Uchiha brat, his life would be worse than death!