Two hundred Teng Whips, even a Green Realm master enduring it would be half-dead.
Who is Mu Qingge? Just a useless person. Not to mention the Green Realm, not even the lowest Red Realm, yet dares to boast about enduring two hundred Teng Whips?
Is he crazy!
Or is he trying to retreat by advancing, to provoke mercy from the old general?
For a moment, the crowd speculated wildly about Mu Ge's intentions.
The gazes directed at the high platform were full of disdain, ridicule, doubt, and indifference.
Even Mu Xiong's expression was unreadable, seemingly contemplating whether to stop Mu Qingge's madness.
Qin Jinhao's eyes were even more obscure, unclear what he was thinking. The Mu Qingge he knew shouldn't be like this.
"Hit!" The Teng Whip had yet to fall, and Mu Ge looked impatiently at the enforcer.
Under her sharp gaze, the enforcer felt no resistance, lifting the Teng Whip high and swinging it hard onto Mu Ge's straight back.
Snap——!
"Mm."
The whip's sound drowned out Mu Ge's muffled groan through clenched teeth.
As the whip fell, Mu Ge's new clothes tore instantly, and blood seeped out.
All around, there was a dead silence.
Every gaze transformed into shock.
Mu Xiong's conflicted brow suddenly smoothed, and his clenched fists loosened. Yet, the hidden concern in his eyes closely monitored Mu Ge's situation.
Afraid he wouldn't hold out.
Qin Jinhao's eyes also flickered with surprise, frowning slightly. Mu Qingge's stubbornness irritated him. It reminded him of her entanglement with him, even if it was the result of his deliberate guidance.
On the high platform, the enforcer was momentarily stunned after swinging the whip once, seemingly confused about why he had struck.
"Why are you dazed, keep hitting!" The sudden pause made Mu Ge frown.
To withstand such punishment, it must be completed in one go. If interrupted midway, it could become unbearable. This was a test of willpower.
The enforcer looked at Mu Xiong in the main seat, and after the latter nodded imperceptibly, he gritted his teeth and swung the Teng Whip again.
Snap——!
Snap snap——!
Snap——!
One whip after another, each whip landing with a solid thud, without any pretense.
Soon, Mu Ge's back was a mangled mess, the glaring red dripping along her clothes and falling at her feet with pieces of flesh. Yet, from start to finish, Mu Ge never uttered a sound, nor begged for mercy.
Her still straight posture, like a Treasure Sword awaiting honing, soared into the sky.
Throughout the entire military camp, only the sound of the whip echoed.
Mu Xiong's hands re-clenched, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the slender figure on the platform, nails digging into his flesh.
'Ninety... ninety-eight... one hundred... one hundred and one... one hundred and three...'
Unknown when it began, all the soldiers below the high platform started silently counting the whips Mu Ge endured. The boy they looked down upon, who caused the death of five hundred of their brothers, the good-for-nothing unable to cultivate, was now standing as if his legs were rooted into the high platform, enduring what others could not.
She said the additional hundred whips were to console the five hundred heroic souls.
She was using her blood and flesh to bid farewell to the soldiers.
Using silent actions to acknowledge her mistakes to the soldiers.
Qin Jinhao's eyes were complex, yet he couldn't hide his shock. Watching the person on the platform, he felt he might have misunderstood something. 'The bloodline of the Mu Family, is still the bloodline of the Mu Family, isn't it? Even a good-for-nothing can rally the military's hearts!' The sound of joints cracking from his hand clenching within his sleeve didn't attract anyone's attention.