"Smack-!"
The slap was so powerful that it sent him flying, embedding him deep in the nearby rock wall, where he could not even be pried out.
Immediately afterward, Kirishima Bupai appeared before the still-rigid Gyokko as though he had teleported.
Spreading the five fingers of his right hand, he clamped down like an iron vise on Gyokko's disgusting head, topped with its bony pot lid, with irresistible, overwhelming strength.
"Bang! Thud! Crack! Aah-!!!"
What followed could only be described as brutal.
Gripping Gyokko's head with one hand, Kirishima Bupai lifted his entire body like a torn burlap sack, then slammed him into the hard stone paving.
Then he lifted him again and smashed him against a thick bamboo stalk, lifted him once more, and drove his knee into his soft abdomen.
His movements looked casual, but they carried terrifying force, every impact producing a heavy thud and the sharp crack of breaking bones.
Gyokko's screams rapidly changed from furious shrieks into agonized howls and pleas for mercy.
"Aow-! It hurts! Stop!"
"Please stop! Spare me, my lord! Spare me-!!!"
The scales he took such pride in shattered and scattered, and cracks covered his bony pot lid.
Under the relentless beating, Gyokko's body deformed like sludge in Kirishima Bupai's hand, spraying foul-smelling, purplish-black blood.
When Gyokko's howls reached a new peak, Kirishima Bupai finally stopped his storm of blows.
"You just said my piss was dirty, right?"
Holding Gyokko, who barely resembled a demon anymore and could only groan weakly, in one hand, he flicked his wrist, covered in thick, filthy blood, and frowned slightly.
"What's dirty about it?" Kirishima Bupai suddenly asked, his tone carrying a hint of impatience, as though his sleep had been disturbed.
Looking coldly down at the limp Gyokko in his hand, he began explaining