Squelch!
Amid Qingxiao's startled cry, Ji Wuyou whipped a dagger from his waist and plunged it into his own thigh.
"Ugh!"
The heart-piercing pain knitted his brows, but he immediately looked at Xu Taiping with a savage grin and said:
"Let's see how you endure ten times the pain I suffer!"
As he spoke, he viciously twisted the dagger in his thigh.
Not far away, Xu Taiping was initially puzzled as to why Ji Wuyou would stab himself.
But his pupils abruptly widened.
An indescribable pain suddenly spread from his thigh.
"Ugh...!"
He had only just steadied himself when he suddenly groaned in pain, his leg buckling as he dropped to one knee.
He finally understood what Ji Wuyou had meant by "return tenfold pain unto your body."
He was not the only one. At that moment, most of the cultivators present realized what had happened.
"That despicable, shameless scoundrel! He actually used such a vicious cursed art in a match!"
Zhao Linglong burst out cursing.
"Isn't anyone going to stop him?"
She turned her gaze toward Xu Ziyan beside her.
"Vicious though this Mutual Harm Spell is, it's only a low-level cursed art. The rules don't say it's forbidden."
Xu Ziyan shook her head helplessly.
"Junior Sister Linglong, haven't you seen it yet? It isn't the cursed art that's formidable, but Ji Wuyou himself. I told you long ago that he's a madman. What normal person would practice a cursed art that hurts oneself before hurting the enemy?"
In the front row, Jin Hezhi suddenly waved his folding fan gently and spoke with a smug expression.
For a moment, Zhao Linglong did not know how to refute him.
"Hahaha!"
Just then.
On the arena, Ji Wuyou slowly rose from the ground, laughing wildly with a hideously contorted face.
"Does