Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1845: The muscles and bones are divided and the hands are broken

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Dou Jing slowly raised his head.

Beneath the disheveled hair was a face with sharp features, weathered and covered in blood and bruises.

His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were chapped and peeling, yet he still exuded a fierce, trapped-beast-like ferocity.

His gaze was calm, even somewhat indifferent, as he swept over Qin Luguang, then past Zhu Yanfeng and Chen Xiaojun behind him, before finally settling on Qin Luguang's face.

Qin Luguang looked at Yan Zhen and Mo Li: "Yan Zhen, Mo Li, what do you two have to say? You surrendered on the battlefield, so you shouldn't be stubbornly resisting like this. Be sensible and speak up, or you'll suffer less."

Yan Zhen gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Mo Li, who was in the corner, suddenly looked up and said sharply, "Bah! If you hadn't used that underhanded trick with that wide-range mental and spiritual skill, would we have been defeated?!" His gaze swept over Chen Xiaojun. His words sounded fierce, but they were actually a bit cowardly.

Chen Xiaojun's face remained expressionless, but Zhu Yanfeng chuckled: "Heh, spiritual soul skills can only amplify emotions at most. Isn't that what you, Mo Li, are inherently like?"

After saying that, he walked to the middle and sat down casually on the chair on the left, while Chen Xiaojun sat in the chair in the very middle.

Qin Luguang grinned and said to Mo Li, "What's wrong, Mo Li? What's the point of being stubborn now? You've already surrendered, so just tell me what you know so you can avoid getting beaten up. Wouldn't that be better?"

Mo Li's face turned bright red.

At that time, Dou Jing, Li Wuyai, and Yin Jiu were also captured. In addition, the "Judgment of the Realm of Sin" disturbed their minds, and they surrendered in a daze.

Looking back on his act of surrender, he felt incredibly ashamed.

However, apart from that madman Li Wuyai who couldn't stand him these past few days, no one else really made fun of him—who doesn't know that the fighting spirit of support-type characters is just that low?

Mo Li retorted fiercely, "We don't need an answer!"
Dou Jing spoke, his voice low and hoarse yet unusually steady: "Kill me or torture me, it's up to you. Enough with the nonsense."

"You've got guts!" Qin Luguang grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. "I love gnawing on tough nuts like you!"

He had barely finished speaking when he gave the other person no chance to say anything.

"boom!"

One punch!
Without any fancy moves, a pure, bloody, brute-force punch, carrying the immense soul power of a Contra Douluo, slammed heavily and solidly into Dou Jing's ribs exposed outside the metal ring.

Click!

The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed clearly in the room!

"Ugh—!!!" Dou Jing's body jerked violently like a fish out of water, but he couldn't break free from the metal rings. His face instantly turned from bluish-purple to liver-colored, and blood mixed with bits of internal organs spilled from the corner of his mouth. The intense pain made his eyes bulge and become bloodshot.

"Hard bones?" Qin Luguang shook the bloodstains off his knuckles, leaned down and brought his face close to Dou Jing's, which was contorted in pain. He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and spat almost onto Dou Jing's face. "If I don't smash ten or eight of your bones today, I'll change my surname to yours!"

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Zhu Yanfeng also moved, patting his butt, "Hey, why are you all refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit?"

He did not choose Dou Jing, but instead walked up to Li Wuyai, the Soul-Piercing Spear.

The enormous, fan-like hand, carrying a suffocating pressure, did not strike but instead gripped the area near Li Wuyai's shoulder wound like a pair of pliers!

"Ah—!!!" Li Wuyai was already severely injured, and now the pain was excruciating. His will was instantly overwhelmed, and his body convulsed violently uncontrollably, as if his shoulder blade would be crushed by the hand containing terrifying power at any moment!
The horrific physical torture was just the beginning!
Qin Luguang and Zhu Yanfeng are using the most primitive and violent methods to destroy the prisoners' willpower!
The stench of blood intensified with their movements.

Amidst the screams, howls, and cracking sounds, Chen Xiaojun sat down in the center as if nothing had happened.

The intense, bloody, malevolent aura and despairing filth that would make an ordinary Soul Master suffocate and vomit seemed to be separated from him by an invisible barrier three feet in front of him.

His calm gaze swept over the five people's reactions, especially over Dou Jing's eyes, which still held an indomitable fierce glint despite the excruciating pain. ...

Yan Zhen roared, "Wuya! You members of the Chen family, damn it, come at me if you dare!"

Zhu Yanfeng walked up to him and said, "Hey, what a brotherly spirit! I like it."

Before he finished speaking, two large, fan-like hands shot out like iron pincers, precisely gripping Yan Zhen's wrists and ribs!

Dislocating tendons and bones technique!
"Ugh—!" Yan Zhen's body jerked violently, as if his spine had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, and an uncontrollable roar of pain burst forth from deep within his throat.

Large beads of sweat instantly gushed from his forehead and temples, rolling down his tense cheeks and neck.

It felt as if my internal organs were being gripped and twisted tightly by an invisible hand!
It wasn't just the excruciating pain in my wrists and ribs; the domineering and insidious force burrowed into my body like a venomous snake, running wildly along my tendons and bones.

He could clearly feel his meridians twisting, spasming, and even exhibiting a strange sense of shrinkage. Each heartbeat brought forth a tearing pain, and his blood and qi surged and rushed to his throat.

At this moment, he truly understood how terrifying the excruciating pain that had pierced to the bone and affected his internal organs when Li Wuyai's shoulder was severely injured was.

However, the immense pain only elicited that initial muffled roar.

Yan Zhen bit his chapped lips so hard they almost bled, and painful gurgling sounds escaped from between his teeth.

He tensed all his muscles, forcibly suppressing the screams that followed. His bloodshot eyes were wide open, staring intently ahead, sweat pouring down his face, but he refused to utter another groan.

Zhu Yanfeng curled his lip: "Yan Zhen, you're not bad, you're a good defensive type. Old Qin, you should take a break and slow down. Where are the three of you?"

Li Wuyai spat, and Yin Jiu and Mo Li naturally didn't utter a word at this moment.

"Not going to talk?" A fierce glint flashed in Qin Luguang's eyes. "Keep serving me! I want to see if your backbone is tougher, or my methods are tougher!"

He suddenly waved his hand!

At the edge of the pit, several Darkfire Guards who had been waiting for orders simultaneously unleashed their power.

The chains binding Yan Zhen, Yin Jiu, Mo Li, and Li Wuyai suddenly tightened, emitting a sickening metallic scraping sound!

The azure runes on the chains instantly shone brightly, and a powerful suction force erupted. The four people's bodies trembled violently, their faces turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads. Clearly, the pain of having their soul power forcibly extracted was far beyond their imagination.

Yin Jiu's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and Mo Li's figure, which had merged into the shadows, also became blurry and unstable.

"Ugh—!" Li Wuyai was the first to let out a suppressed growl.

The punishment ended after a while.

……

Zhu Yanfeng sat back in his chair, took out his pipe, lit it, inhaled, and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Old Dou, you guys were holding out here, ready to kill or torture us, but they'd already run away. What were you trying to achieve?"

Dou Jing's throat bobbed: "He really did get away."

Zhu Yanfeng nodded in agreement, "Yeah, he runs faster than a rabbit. You two are never on the same wavelength, so just say what you need to say."

"Dou Jing!" Qin Luguang's voice was as cold as ice. "That old crocodile Barton, isn't he a dog raised by the Jin family of the Spirit Hall? You guys have been holed up here, keeping an eye on Fighting Spirit City for the Spirit Hall, doing all sorts of dirty work that can't be seen in the light of day. Speak!"

Dou Jing didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Yan Zhen's eyes snapped open, wide like copper bells, and he growled incredulously, "What? Barton is from the Spirit Hall? The Vice-Chief?!"

(End of this chapter)