GBP Chapter 127 Situ Xiayan's Competition (2)
Chapter 127 Situ Xiayan's Competition (2)
Of course, his clothes were torn, and he himself was not in a good condition. He was whipped by the whip. Situ Xiayan's hand strength was so incredible that blood was drawn directly.
Whips are very torturous in a fight, because they were originally a tool for interrogation, so they basically won't kill in one blow, but will make the opponent feel desperate one by one. The pain is strong but the damage is small, so the torture process can last for a long time.
Therefore, Situ Xiayan's use of this weapon was itself dishonorable in Yan Liuli's view.
The male disciple gasped in pain, and the music stopped again. Situ Xiayan was going crazy. The feeling of a bent wire made her so painful that she wanted to deafen her ears. While the male disciple was howling, she quickly spoke to him: "I see that you are not in good health. I'm afraid you are not here to seek a place. The competition is held every year, and you only have one life. You should go back."
The male disciple glanced at her without even lifting his eyelids, as if he didn't take Situ Xiayan seriously at all. As expected, he ignored Situ Xiayan again and raised his hand to play again.
Situ Xia Yan whipped again in a hurry. This time she didn't whip the musical instrument, but whipped the male disciple's wrist. Of course, she still restrained her strength, otherwise such a thin wrist would have been broken.
The male disciple really couldn't stand the beating. Although Situ Xiayan used less force, his wrist immediately swelled up, and he reflexively let go and dodged. Situ Xiayan took this opportunity to whip his other hand again. The male disciple was mentally prepared and used a lot of force to hold on with his other hand. However, Situ Xiayan whipped much harder and broke his wrist. He still couldn't help but cry out in pain. Situ Xiayan rushed forward to catch the clay flute, quickly stepped back to keep some distance and said, "Don't hit me anymore. You will definitely get hurt. With your body like this, I'm afraid it will take a long time for you to recover. I'm giving you this chance, just admit defeat. I don't want to fight with you."
Both of the male disciple's hands were in great pain, and the trembling went all the way to his brain. He didn't know what to do. He just looked at Situ Xiayan pleadingly, and still didn't admit defeat.
"Didn't you hear me? If you admit defeat now, you can't do anything without a weapon. You can't even get close to me with your strength. Are you still going to struggle?"
The male disciple listened to Situ Xiayan's words, looked at his own pottery Xun, and his eyes showed confusion. However, he felt Yan Liuli's resentful gaze, and he really couldn't leave the competition stage. His legs softened and he knelt down, lowering his head without saying a word.
"Get up now, don't kneel before me. Why don't you admit defeat? A powerful person can also see the situation clearly. What do you mean by this? Are you blackmailing me morally?"
The wind blew his hair all over his face. The male disciple raised his head, looking haggard, as if he was about to fly away with the wind. He looked at Situ Xiayan's disdainful expression, bit his lip and said, "I won't admit defeat. Please give it back to me."
The man's voice was very light and weak, and he was even trembling with pain, making people feel that he could not leave the competition stage, as if he would not die if he lost the competition, but would die if he left here.
"Do you have any reason to win? But you know you can't beat me." Situ Xiayan was probably certain that this person was the one Yan Liuli had sent to deal with her, so she asked him knowingly to prevent him from explaining.
The male disciple didn't answer, but actually kowtowed on the competition stage. With such a weak body, he kowtowed quickly and fiercely, and soon his forehead was broken. He didn't stop, but kept saying, "Please give it back to me, please give it back to me."
It's just a competition, why are you doing this on stage? Situ Xiayan couldn't understand it because it was too tragic. Although Situ Xiayan didn't do anything cruel, she saw some blood, which immediately won the sympathy of many people. After all, many times, the weak are the tools used by the strong to show their compassion and humanity.
Only Qin Shuxue and the others felt puzzled: "If he wants to hit you, then hit him. If he doesn't want to hit you, then don't hit him. Why are you begging here? You are a member of the Liuli Palace and you can't even protect your own weapon. Isn't that the same as death? Xia Yan didn't kill you, and you are still pretending to be pitiful."
"This guy's behavior is so weird. Even Yan can't act. Where did Yan Liuli pick such a person? He is so stupid. Anyone with eyes can see that he has other intentions." Heng Li rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand it, but since Situ Xiayan had fought to this point, he would win without fighting.
Ying Yong's focus was completely wrong: "The sound of this instrument is quite nice. My father doesn't like it and it's rare in the palace. How about I learn one for fun?"
"Forget it, this thing doesn't suit your temperament."
Situ Xiayan looked down upon this man's behavior. She completely regained her cold and mean look and said to the man on the ground mercilessly, "Why are you kneeling before me? What's the point of kneeling before me? Either you practice hard and I won't complain if you have the strength to kill me on this stage, or you just admit defeat. Are you waiting for someone's advice by wasting time here? If you can fight, then fight. If you can't, then get out. I don't have time to waste time with you."
After hearing what Situ Xiayan said, the male disciple's kneeling body trembled violently, and he slowly stopped kowtowing, but he still made a kneeling posture, as if he didn't know what to do. His robe was blown by the wind and wrapped around his thin body, and he really looked helpless.
Qin Shuxue whispered to Heng Li secretly: "Oh my god, Master of Atmosphere, someone go hug him, it feels like he's going to break."
Heng Li laughed and said, "I don't dare to go. I'm afraid he will dig out my eyes."
Seeing that her words had no effect, Situ Xiayan snorted and said, "I'm trying to persuade you to not get hurt and come back next time. If you don't know what's best for you, I can't do anything about it. Let's just waste time here. You'll never figure out how to defeat me in your lifetime."
After saying this, he leaned aside and studied how to play the clay xun.
The male disciple was thrown aside, and he didn't know what he was kneeling on. Qin Shuxue felt so embarrassed watching him.
The male disciple probably didn't feel embarrassed. He exuded a strong sense of sadness. He slowly stood up and looked at Situ Xiayan. His expression was not good. He walked towards Situ Xiayan step by step, his eyes fixed on the pottery xun.
When he approached, Situ Xiayan immediately put away the pottery xun to prevent him from snatching it away, and picked up the whip to prepare for defense. The disciple paused for a few seconds, as if thinking about something, and then suddenly attacked Situ Xiayan. The martial arts of Liuli Palace were not good enough for Chongyun Sect. Situ Xiayan was too lazy to dodge. His muscle force was not right at first glance, and there was no damage at all.