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Chapter 40 Precise Chicken Shooting! [Seeking votes and continued reading]

Tang Hao originally thought that a mere Soul Master brat was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at will, but who could have imagined that the reversal would be so outrageous.

He, a titled Douluo, had become the one being wantonly toyed with.

First they scattered nails, then salt, and finally, they finished it off with chili water!

He failed to pull off a cool act, but he certainly managed to pull off an idiotic one...

Life is truly full of ups and downs...

Chili water mixed with salt, washed away by rain, mingled with the spurting blood from the wound. The intense pain felt like repeatedly frying your hand in a pan of oil, then shoving it into sulfuric acid...

As a titled Douluo who had experienced all sorts of situations, he was still tormented by inhuman pain until his lips turned purple, he trembled, and his tiger-like eyes were filled with tears.

But Tang Hao was a tough guy; he gritted his teeth and didn't let out a single howl.

It's just some physical torture, what does it matter?

A brave and tough guy, unafraid of difficulties.

That's all the pain!

That's it?

That brat's few words were far more offensive; his mouth was foul and venomous!

"You evil brat! Who are you! What methods did you use!" Tang Hao glared with his bull-like eyes, his voice low and trembling as he roared and questioned. He was trying to distract himself to reduce the pain of his hand being pierced and to prevent tears from falling uncontrollably.

As a titled Douluo, he could die standing up, but he would never lose face by being beaten to tears.

"Me? I'm just a Kamen Rider passing by!"

Lu Xian held the wolf-tooth steel needle sword in one hand, picked his nose with the other, and then casually flicked it, which landed on Tang Hao's furious face.

Your mom—

This birth!

What a disgrace!

Not a single word of truth came out of his mouth. What bullshit Kamen Rider? Tang Hao had never even heard of that word before. He felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger, and he was breathing heavily.

He was about to die, and he couldn't even rest in peace.

"You don't believe me?"

Lu Xian thought about it and hesitated for a moment. Kamen Rider did seem a bit outrageous. He didn't even have a mask. He couldn't even convince himself of this identity, so how could he convince others?

sloppy.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush, let me think about other identities..."

You fucking bastard!

Could you be any more perfunctory?!

A birth! This is definitely a birth!

Tang Hao felt like he couldn't breathe, his chest tight with bloating.

"I've got it!"

After pondering for a moment, Lu Xian's face suddenly lit up with joy, as if a lightbulb had popped out of his head. As he spoke, he flicked his left hand and pulled out a spiked club made of fine steel from his storage ring. This was a real spiked club, not the kind formed from a martial spirit, and it also came from the blacksmith shop in the world of Shrouding the Heavens.

He coughed lightly and immediately said with a righteous expression, "I will not change my name or surname. In fact, I am Li Feiyu."

"Hehehe—!"

Lu Xian raised the steel mace.

"Next, I, Li Feiyu, am going to give you a proper lecture on the principles of bullying the elderly with youth..."

Lu Xian swung the spiked club around, his arm spinning like a giant windmill, the steel spiked club making a whooshing sound as it was swung.

!! ?

—Is this your reasoning?

Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot. If this thing hit him on the head, how could he possibly survive?

It's true that a titled Douluo has a strong physique, but if he's kept restrained and kneeling like this, he'll be beaten to death by that spiked club sooner or later!

Tang Hao's face went from bluish-purple to pale. He wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to die so ignominiously, at the hands of a level 30+ useless Soul Master. He still had so many things left to do...

"Did you think I was going to smash your head?"

Lu Xian activated his super-power-charging mode, and grinned with a benevolent expression.

Isn't that right?

Tang Hao stared at him with hatred in his eyes.

"Hehe, congratulations, you guessed right! There's a prize!"

The wolf-tooth windmill, swung more and more violently by Lu Xian, culminated in an astonishing angle as he delivered the blow, a downward hook strike from below, the spiked head of the hammer, covered in wolf teeth, slamming into Tang Hao's groin while grazing the ground...

"But—it's just the small one!"

"Yay! That's a home run!"

No--

These were the last three words that popped into Tang Hao's mind.

The next second, his face turned a deep liver color, and his eyes bulged out exaggeratedly, as if they were about to fly out of their sockets.

He seemed to hear the echo of his own testicles shattering, a sound that represented his lost youth.

The powerful blow sent him flying into the air, tracing a graceful arc before he crashed into a puddle of muddy yellow water with a splash…

How cruel!

After a brief silence, came a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

It is truly heartbreaking to hear and brings tears to the eyes of all who listen.

No one, not a single man, can endure the pain of having his testicles crushed!

Scientific evidence and expert opinions prove that the pain of testicular rupture in men is 1000 times greater than that of pregnancy and childbirth in women!

This is just ordinary egg breakage. Lu Xian thinks that Tang Hao's situation, where he was bombarded and stabbed with a spiked club, could be described as worse.

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That kind of pain is no longer just physical pain.

It's a double whammy of physical and mental lethality!

Tang Hao was lying in the mud, howling and convulsing, his arms pressed tightly against his abdomen, his muscles clenched to the point of rigidity, his hands clutching his blood-soaked crotch.

This scene proves that the experts' reputation is well-deserved; even a titled Douluo couldn't withstand it.

Tang Hao had been holding back his tears for so long, but this time his tear ducts finally gave way, and tears streamed down his face...

Sure enough, no matter how tough the enemy is, their lower body is always their biggest weakness. Men and women are the same, except one needs to be hit and the other needs to be stabbed. Lu Xian truly verified half of this conclusion!

He hopes to have the opportunity to verify his other half in the future.

After that spiked club swing, I felt completely refreshed!

The word "爽" (shuang, meaning "great" or "satisfying") is not enough to describe his feelings at this moment.

Tang Hao lay sprawled in the mud pit, his body curled up like a shrimp, blood spurting from his groin. He howled and gasped for breath while staring at him with venomous eyes.

If looks could kill, Lu Xian would have been killed ten thousand times over.

Lu Xian, carrying a wolf-tooth steel needle sword in one hand and a wolf-tooth club in the other, swaggered forward, spouting infuriatingly sarcastic remarks:

"That look in your eyes is terrifying. Do you really want to kill me? Come on, you idiot!"

"Can't move? Are you a spineless wimp?"

"Would you like some good food to help you recover?"

"—What the hell?"

That's so despicable!

This little one was born into such a lowly family!

Tang Hao was almost driven to his death by anger.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Tang Hao felt something in his mouth.

A foul stench immediately filled my entire brain cavity; the smell was truly nauseating.

yue——

He immediately spat it out of his mouth.