That string of methods Lu Yu just used really made him hurt down to his soul, wishing he were dead; especially that tenfold bone‑breaking pain that burrowed into the marrow—even if he were made of iron, he could feel waves of resistance‑shattering agony!
"Oh?"
Hearing the man's words, Lu Yu let out a low, playful sound, with a hint of mockery mixed in: "So you know how to talk now? Where did all that tough‑guy bravado from just now go?"
As he spoke, Lu Yu's voice was full of scornful ridicule. Looking at the man before him now, his every word dripped with derision: "I distinctly remember someone telling me earlier that he wasn't even afraid of death—so why would he fear these little tricks?"
In his tone there was a razor edge, like a cat toying with a mouse. At a glance he seemed wicked, amused, cruelly entertained!
