Liu Wu stared at Lu Ping.
He is a very calm person, not a young man like Zhuo Qing, otherwise he would not have been selected and sent to Beidou Academy. But facing Lu Ping, he couldn't hold his breath. This young man was so unconventional that all his words and deeds were beyond Liu Wu's expectation.
He really wanted to regard Lu Ping's words as pretending to be calm, but the problem was that Lu Ping's words were sincere and his attitude was natural. There was no hint of pain in his words, but he was full of curiosity.
He was staring at Lu Ping, and Lu Ping was also looking at him.
He wanted to read Lu Ping's thoughts, but Lu Ping seemed to be waiting for his answer.
At the same time, the bone-piercing pain did not stop, and the swollen flesh in five places on Lu Ping's body continued to twitch and squirm. Liu Wu knew very well what kind of pain erupted under this flesh, but Lu Ping, the victim, seemed not to know. .
Liu Wu decided to try again. He raised his five fingers, and blood spurted out from the five swollen areas. The skin and flesh were rotten into a ball, and the bones were deep in the wounds. Zhuo Qing's face turned pale as he watched. He had combat experience and had several lives in his hands, but he still couldn't look directly at such a bloody and terrifying wound. His eyes kept avoiding other places.
But another burst of sharp pain that came so prominently only made Lu Ping frown again, without even humming.
But Liu Wu's superpower didn't stop there. On his right hand, the power of soul condensed on the five fingers, and gradually, they emitted a metallic light. This time, Liu Wu no longer just hit it casually. He slowly pressed down with his right hand and placed it on Lu Ping's left hand. The power of the five souls was injected into Lu Ping's left hand.
Lu Ping's left hand began to tremble, and blood began to slowly seep out from the skin on the back of his hand, his palm, and even between his fingers, but no wounds could be seen. Lu Ping's brows were knitted deeper than before, which finally gave Liu Wu some comfort. At least Lu Ping was not unconscious.
The trembling started from Lu Ping's left hand, climbed up to his wrist, and followed his left arm, slowly moving upward. Along with it, blood continued to seep out.
"What's the sound?" Zhuo Qing was alert and heard something at this time, but he soon identified the source of the sound - Lu Ping's trembling left arm, which was making a sound as if a sharp knife was scraping his bones. .
Zhuo Qing immediately realized what was going on, and his already pale face changed drastically again. He didn't dare to look before, but now, he doesn't even dare to listen.
Liu Wu didn't care about taking care of Zhuo Qing's mood, and it was the first time for him to use Zhi Gu to such an extent during torture. He focused very carefully. Because he just wanted Lu Ping to experience pain, but did not want to kill Lu Ping directly, he had to carefully control the power of soul to avoid some potentially fatal points.
When Che Gu finally climbed onto Lu Ping's shoulders, Liu Wu had not yet seen the look he expected on Lu Ping's face. The five fingers of his right hand pressed down suddenly, and the force that was on Lu Ping's shoulder suddenly slid down, blood spattered, and a harsh bone scraping sound was heard from Lu Ping's shoulder to Lu Ping's ankle very quickly. This sound made Zhuo Qing almost thought Lu Ping was split in half.
And this happened suddenly. Lu Ping shrank into a ball and fell to the ground, his whole body trembling. Liu Wu also let out a long breath. This time, he spent a lot of energy and a lot of soul power, and he also needed to take a rest.
While adjusting his soul power, Liu Wu looked at Lu Ping coldly.
"Now, have you thought of anything?" He kept his tone balanced, as if he was just using a very common method.
"I thought of it." Lu Ping's answer sounded a little difficult. Just because the voice was shaking and the pain was bearable didn't mean the pain had no impact.
And this trembling tone sounded like a movement of victory to Liu Wu. He was already smiling in his heart, but his face was still as cold as frost. He coldly said only one word: "Say."
"This ability...should be of the control system, right?" Lu Ping said.
"Not bad." At this point, Liu Wu didn't mind answering Lu Ping.
"I'm done." Lu Ping said.
The tone was still trembling, full of pain, but it completely wiped away the smile in Liu Wu's heart. He was stunned for five seconds before he reacted.
"Is this what you thought of?" Liu Wu's face became extremely ugly.
"Not bad." Lu Ping replied.
"Very good... very good." Liu Wu no longer bothered to hide his emotions, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hands in front of him, and his ten fingers began to gather force.
"I hope you can still hold on until you want to say what you want to say." Liu Wu said, pressing down with all ten fingers of his hands, and using both hands of Lu Ping, he moved up to the bone.
The sound of scraping bones sounded again, and even Zhuo Qing, who had always wanted Lu Ping's life, showed a look of intolerance on his face. Liu Wu was not moved at all. He had made up his mind. If he continued to force him like this, Lu Ping would either speak or die. He wanted Lu Ping to understand that the information he had was not enough to be his talisman.
Lu Ping's trembling suddenly became more intense, and his body curled up on the ground seemed to have become smaller. Liu Wu still carefully controlled his soul power, but compared with before, the energy consumed was more than double, and the soul power was also being depleted twice as much. But Lu Ping just struggled in pain and still had no intention of speaking.
"Let's see how long you can last!" Liu Wu shouted. The clay figurine still had three points of vitality, and after being continuously frustrated, he was now completely aroused to anger.
How long will it last?
It doesn't matter how long you can hold on...the question is, how long can you hold on?
Lu Ping endured the pain, but his consciousness was clearer than ever.
He cares about what type of power this is, and he is not just pretending to Liu Wu. He wanted to know, because it would determine whether or not he would activate his newfound defense. If it is a customized superpower, it will be eaten by Liu Wu in one bite. The superpower will not be effective and will be noticed by Liu Wu immediately.
If he notices it's useless, he will naturally change his methods, which is exactly what Lu Ping wants to see. This kind of destruction by the power of soul is more painful in the eyes of cultivators, but this is what Lu Ping is used to enduring. If Liu Wu brutally cuts off his hands and feet, that's what Lu Ping doesn't want to see.
So if possible, he hoped that Liu Wu would use similar methods to torture him. He could endure it and carry it, delaying time like this, hoping to have a chance to escape. Although he hasn't thought of any solution at the moment, one more moment of life means one more moment of opportunity. He is not afraid of death, but he also really doesn't want to die.
Fortunately, Liu Wu carefully controlled his movements, allowing Lu Ping to finally conclude that this ability was of the control type rather than the customization type. In this way, his soul-locking defense method begins to activate, which can reduce some damage to some extent. However, in order to prevent the other party from noticing, Lu Ping controlled it even more carefully than Liu Wu. He just felt that the soul-locking moment did not exist long enough. If he wanted to make it shorter, it was completely within his control.
The **Lock Soul, which is more fleeting than before, blocks the power of Soul controlled by Liu Wu bit by bit. Liu Wu couldn't notice this tiny moment at all. Naturally, he was unaware of the banned soul power and regarded it as a loss of supernatural power. It was also the first time for Liu Wu to perform such a penetrating attack, and he was not aware of anything unusual in it.
Lu Ping, on the other hand, has been trying to protect himself in this way, carrying out this duel that he knew well but Liu Wu had no idea about. But it was the third person here who broke the duel.
"Senior Brother Liu Wu." Zhuo Qing, who had been hesitant to speak several times, finally couldn't help but speak when he saw Liu Wu's increasingly crazy expression.
Liu Wu insisted on using his hands to perform bone-breaking exercises, but Lu Ping kept stealing his soul power, which was consuming him so much that he was already worried: Don't let his soul power run out, this kid will still die if he doesn't let go. At this time, Zhuo Qing's voice made him relax a little and look at Zhuo Qing.
"Maybe he really doesn't know..." Zhuo Qing said.
"Then he has no choice but to die." Liu Wu said, and this actually made him feel a little relieved. He actually hoped that Lu Ping didn't know anything and that he could kill him cleanly.
"Or try another method?" Zhuo Qing said.
Liu Wu looked at Zhuo Qing, who was in the process of exerting his strength to the core, but suddenly stopped silently.
Does Lu Ping really know nothing?
Liu Wu did not dare to draw this conclusion at all. What he saw in his eyes was that Lu Ping had been enduring without giving in or asking for mercy. Whether you know it or not, there is no way to infer from here. With Lu Ping's stoic attitude, there was only one thing that was certain: such a hard move would be useless against Lu Ping.
Zhuo Qing wasn't overly sympathetic, he saw this, so he found a way out for Liu Wu.
As for other methods, what are they? Liu Wu knew that Zhuo Qing didn't know either. He was more experienced than Zhuo Qing in this kind of matter, but at this point he could only admit that he was at his wits' end.
It was obvious that they had caught Lu Ping, took the initiative, and tortured Lu Ping terribly, but now, the frustration in their hearts was far stronger than Lu Ping's.
As for Lu Ping, after listening to their conversation, one thing became clear. This group of people, as much as possible, did not want to die too quickly.
That would be great.
Lu Ping, who was half-dead after being tortured, felt extremely relieved at this moment.
To survive. If you stay alive, there is hope. (To be continued.)
