Chapter 687: Brutal Torture!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yun Yang did not dodge or flinch in the slightest. With a shout, he raised his saber to hack right at the target's face. There were no fancy tricks involved – it was a pure, simple strike!
Subsequently, with a huge clang ringing in the air, Ouyang Xiaoshe fell and rolled into the blazing waves once more.
Ouyang Xiaoshe's actual cultivation base was far higher than that of Yun Yang; he was already an intermediate of Dao realm. However, after using up most of it, and add the fact that he had been submerged in the blazing heat continuously for six full hours, he was almost at the point of withering.
An arrow released at the fullest force would not be able to penetrate its thinnest target when its speed had reached the end point. Now, he faced Yun Yang, who had the help of Emmie and who was complemented by his divine art. Furthermore, Yun Yang had been waiting patiently to strike when his opponent was worn out. The trade-off was enough to question - how could Ouyang Xiaoshe still be a worthy opponent to Yun Yang?
Furthermore, Ouyang Xiaoshe was enveloped in no less than hundreds of burnt wounds, and there were shiny blisters covering his entire body; at a glance, he resembled a human-shaped bunch of grapes.
The reactive force from two of Yun Yang's deflections earlier had already ruptured dozens of the blisters on his skin. Pus and fluids squirted out, and his flesh dangled and flapped against his body. The pain was excruciating, penetrating all the way to his bones.
He was sent flying again by Yun Yang's deflection and almost landed on his bottom in the pile of embers again. Shuddering at the thought, his head cleared up and without wasting a moment more, he gathered himself and charged forward once more.
He could clearly tell that his previous judgment was severely skewed. He did not know how Supreme Cloud managed to do it - the bizarre phenomena summoned earlier did not seem to have taken up much of his Qi. At the very least, he was never a worthy rival at a full-frontal assault, and his opponent never intended to end his life after sending him flying away again and again. Clearly, he was being toyed with.
He had to think of a way to leave this fiery zone, or else, with the continuous attacks by his opponent, he would just be thrown back into the embers again and again.
If that was the case, being burnt alive was his only way out of this.
In view of this fact, he lashed out like a mad tiger, propelling whatever remaining Qi or vigor left in his body in a frenzied attack, breaking out at full force!
Although Ouyang Xiaoshe charged like a mad tiger as he prepared to brawl, Yun Yang could still stop his blows due to his heavily wounded state which had limited his combat abilities, forcing him back to pile of embers again. Unexpectedly, Yun Yang suddenly ceased his defensive measures, and retreated thousands of feet away, getting further and further away from the blaze.
Although it was still abnormally hot, the current atmosphere was still bearable – not to the extent of being incinerated to death.
Ouyang Xiaoshe, who had consumed the last of his energy, slumped into an exhausted state just as he dashed out from the sea of blazing fire. He thought he had completely understood his opponent's strategy - to fight it out there and then and to never to let him escape from the inferno.
He never expected his opponent to yield. However, just as he lapsed into a state of confusion, he was overwhelmed by a wave of fatigue.
The sprint earlier had been sustained by the diminishing basic Qi reserved in his body. The expected powerful block had not been executed, and the breath he held in preparation for it had dissipated without his control. Subsequently, he could not even support himself without stumbling as stars circled above his head - he was dying from exhaustion!
"Tired? Do you wish for some water?" Yun Yang called out from the other side.
"Y-You'll... give me water?" Ouyang Xiaoshe could not restrain himself from licking his lips. "Will you be so gracious?"
He was already exhausted to the core, but upon hearing 'water', he instantly felt as if his insides were on fire once again.
Yun Yang nodded his head. "I am always gracious. If you want some water, I'll give you some water!"
Before his voice faded away, a loud roar could suddenly be heard. The heaven's river then appeared amongst the clouds, flowing in reverse, as a pearly, white waterfall stretched from the skies to the ground, its waters pouring downwards in a torrent.
Ouyang Xiaoshe was absolutely ecstatic. He opened his mouth as wide as he could almost instinctively, and gulped down the water without a care in the world.
At this very moment, he would gladly succumb to it even if the water was poisoned.
Yun Yang observed coldly from the corner, allowing Ouyang Xiaoshe to drink to his heart's content. The latter's severely blistered face broke into a smile. "Supreme Cloud, you are a true gentleman... Just for this water, I, Ouyang Xiaoshe, shall be indebted to you, even though we are mortal enemies."
Yun Yang wore a very malicious smile as replied. "Indebted? There is no need for that. Furthermore, I am no gentleman... I only hope that you'll be able to accept my kind intentions!"
Ouyang Xiaoshe was speechless.
He instantly felt that something was not right, yet, he could not pinpoint what exactly was wrong.
Ouyang Xiaoshe truly needed that nourishment of water in his present state. His body was rid of tenseness after gulping down a torrent of water, and he even managed to replenish some of his Qi. His condition now was so much better than before!
The sense of wellbeing was immediately followed by a feeling of discomfort. He was still trying to get his head around Yun Yang's sudden benevolence by giving him nourishment in the midst of torture, and even time to recuperate. This was too gracious, too… merciful, given their irreconcilable resentful states.
However, as the odd feeling escalated within his body, Ouyang Xiaoshe suddenly felt that something was very, very wrong.
Initially, it began as a slight itch which was growing increasingly intense and persistent slowly, bit by bit.
It gradually escalated to unbearable levels...
An itch – an utterly, unbearable itch. The feeling was beyond words!
"Supreme Cloud!"
Ouyang Xiaoshe let out a tortured howl. "You are despicable!"
When Yun Yang lifted his head, his smile was filled with malice. "With this honorable excellency before me who used the Immortal's Odium on a decades-long friend, who would dare call me despicable?"
Ouyang Xiaoshe let out wave after wave of blood-curdling shrieks – his screams no longer sounded human.
Judging by his own nature, the situation should not have been so unbearable. After all, his cultivation base was not only profound, his physical body had also been hardened by countless hardships and training. Even if it was not completely indestructible, it should have been somewhat tough and unshakable. In a normal situation, the medication which Yun Yang used on him would literally have no effect and could have been nullified with minimal effort.
However, his current predicament was far from any normal situation. Not only was his body covered with blisters, but his skin was also in tatters and his flesh a bloody mess - it was unusually tender and sensitive. His internal wounds were filled with fluid and pus - when drenched with water contaminated with itching medication, the culminated effect would surely be a hundred times worse!
Furthermore, he had consumed a whole belly's worth of it.
At that precise moment, the discomfort that came from inside out was so unbearably itchy, it seemed to have stemmed from within his bones.
"Supreme Cloud! Supreme Cloud!" Ouyang Xiaoshe howled. "You're vicious! You're despicable!"
He opened up his hands. He was itching unbearably, yet he did not dare to soothe it by scratching, for his whole body was covered with blisters. With the slightest scratch, at least ten or more would rupture; he would feel even worse when the pus oozed out of them.
Yet, he could not hold on any longer without scratching. It was like having a hundred claws scrabble at his heart all at once; he had actually experienced it personally today.
This unspeakable, insufferable feeling made Ouyang Xiaoshe genuinely understand what it meant to be better off dead!
Flashes and glints of saber light danced erratically as he weaved drunkenly towards Yun Yang's direction. The muscles upon his face were contorted, and his eyes were filled with a manic gaze.
His gestures indicated that he did not intend to fight for survival – it was plain suicide!
Clang—!
Clang—
Yun Yang delivered ten or more blows onto Ouyang Xiaoshe's blade consecutively; each blow was filled with such immense, vigorous force that it caused the latter to shake and stumble, retreating further with each step.
The continuous blows and the corresponding impact had caused the blisters on his skin to rip open – fluid and pus oozed out of them and spurted in all directions.
Within a dozen strikes, Ouyang Xiaoshe had been battered into an inhuman state; the blisters all over his body had almost completely ruptured. That sort of itch was even more unbearable!
"Argh!"
Finally, Ouyang Xiaoshe could not endure any longer. He flung away the two sabers that had already become jagged saws in his hands and started scratching his body uncontrollably.