Chapter 214: Humans Must Learn to Empathize!

"Ugh—!"

A muffled grunt.

Shen Qing, maintaining an elegant posture, tilted his body.

Pfft!

The left thigh wrapped in expensive western trousers tore from the inside, spurting blood everywhere.

A penetrating wound identical to the one on Su Ming's thigh appeared!

"How... possible?!"

Shen Qing's complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, staggered and dropped to one knee, clutching his bleeding thigh tightly.

He... how could he dare do this?!

"Surprised?"

In the darkness, Su Ming, deprived of sight, sent his voice.

"Since you connected us, we're like a grasshopper on a rope."

"People have to learn to feel each other's pain!"

Su Ming's mouth curled into a grin.

His hand gripping the hilt thrust forward with force!

It wasn't a pull.

It was like stirring a bucket of cement, violently, forcefully within the flesh...

Stirring!

Click, click!

Scraping the thigh bone, severing muscle fibers, tearing the fascia!

"Ugh—!!"

A suppressed low growl rose from Su Ming's throat, and blue veins bulged on his forehead.

It hurts!

It's a pain that can make an ordinary person instantly collapse!

But the smile on his face grew ever broader, ever more ferocious!

"Come on, let's play together!"

"Aaaahhh!!"

In the distance, Shen Qing finally couldn't hold back, letting out an extremely mournful scream.

As Su Ming stirred, it seemed as if an invisible blade was raging madly on Shen Qing's thigh.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere!

The wound expanded terrifyingly.

The originally neat incision was churned into a mush, even exposing stark white bone!

"Stop! Stop!!"

Shen Qing convulsed in pain, his nails digging into the floor cracks, his face awash with tears.

"Can't take it now?"

Su Ming stopped stirring, still somewhat unsatisfied.

The Soul Dagger remained lodged in the leg, like a blood-soaked ornament.

This is a body forged from countless Source Blood!

That extreme tug of being destroyed on one side while being repaired on the other truly exhilarates.

"Shen Qing, do you know what the biggest difference between you and me is?"

Su Ming slowly raised his idle left hand, feeling around.

Then he grasped his own left arm, which had grown somewhat numb.

"You treat your own body as a delicate asset..."

"But I..."

Clack!

Su Ming thrust forcefully, his five fingers digging into his own flesh!

"Treat it as a weapon!"

Pfft!

Before the words finished, he brutally used his right hand to tear open the muscle of his left arm.

Then, at the broken bone stump, he yanked hard!

His own hand tearing himself!

"Ah!!"

On Shen Qing's side, the same spot on his left arm instantly burst into a cloud of Blood Mist.

The entire forearm's muscle ripped the clothing, torn and flayed, revealing the grim white bone inside!

"Madman... you... a complete madman!!"

Shen Qing rolled in the pool of blood, pain making him want to vomit, nearly fainting.

That connecting line still transmitted Su Ming's will, forcibly keeping him conscious, letting him savor each moment of the torment!

He wanted to cut the connection...

But he couldn't!

If he severed this ability, the hard power gap between them would leave him seeing no chance of winning!

You'll only die even more miserably!

"Madman?"

Su Ming was drenched in blood.

"No."

"I am from the Demolition Office."

"I'm here... to tear apart your flesh, and also to dismantle that Sky Pavilion of yours!"

Crack—!

Crack—!

In the hall, the scent of blood was so intense it was almost palpable.

A fight?

This is what it means to be ruthless.

With Su Ming's self‑mutilation.

Both of them became Blood Gourd.

Left leg ruined, left arm rotted…

Shen Qing curled on the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably from blood loss and excruciating pain.

Yet he still stared with dead eyes, the corners of his eyes cracked and bleeding, watching the blood‑soaked Su Ming.

He's gambling!

Betting that Su Ming's mortal flesh will collapse first!

Because…

The opponent is wounding three thousand enemies while self‑damaging ten thousand!

"Still not willing to cut it off?"

In the darkness, Su Ming tilted his head slightly.

Those hollow eyes, though sightless, locked onto Shen Qing's position precisely through a red‑black breath.

"Boss Shen, your body is quite sturdy, and your willpower is strong…"

"You really make me look at you with new eyes."

In Su Ming's hoarse voice, there was an unexpected hint of excitement.

"Since you can endure a severed arm… then let's play something even more thrilling."

Saying that, Su Ming did not stop.

His relatively intact right hand shot out suddenly.

The five fingers, like hooks, plunged straight into his own abdominal wound!

Pfft!

Piercing the muscle, touching the organs!

"Ugh—!"

Su Ming's body jolted sharply, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

Pain!

Even though he's accustomed to pain.

But this feeling of thrusting his own hand into his belly still made his soul shiver.

Yet the smile on his face grew increasingly feral and fanatical.

"Look, my liver… seems a bit damaged."

Su Ming murmured, his fingers wildly stirring inside his abdomen, even forcibly clamping onto a piece of intestine!

"Aaaah!!"

In the distance, Shen Qing let out a sudden, mournful wail.

That terrifying sensation of his organs being roughly kneaded and pulled by a huge hand was transmitted to him without reservation.

Pff—!

Shen Qing violently vomited a mouthful of black blood.

"Not enough… still not satisfying!"

Su Ming seemed to plunge into complete madness, ripping out his right hand, slick with fresh blood and slime.

Then…

He made a move that would shatter Shen Qing's soul.

He clenched the Soul Dagger in his hand, flipping the blade.

This time, aimed at his own… heart!

"Shen Qing, you say…"

Su Ming tilted his head, his face bearing a curiosity like the pursuit of truth.

"If I pierce my heart… will I still live?"

"Or will you die first?!"

Before the words finished!

Pfft!

Without any hesitation, Su Ming slashed fiercely, stabbing straight into his left chest, missing by just an inch.

"Uhh—cough—!!"

Su Ming's body convulsed violently, a gush of fresh blood spewing out, and he collapsed to his knees instantly.

But compared to him…

Shen Qing is the true despair!

"No! No!!"

Shen Qing only feels a chill in his chest, and immediately, a suffocating, heart‑stopping pain erupts!

Even without a blade.

But under Rule judgment, his lung lobe is instantly pierced.

Breathing becomes a luxury, and all that bubbles out of his mouth is foamy blood.

He… he really can't figure it out!

In this world, are there really people who play like this?

Is it just not caring about life at all?!

Their Chaotic Scale, and this perverted guy face off…

Is that really correct?!

When it comes to perverts, only those few can even compare!

"Enjoying it?!"

Su Ming kneels on the ground, and within his tattered body, countless dark‑red flesh and blood writhe wildly.

Like conscious Red Worms, greedily linking broken bones and stitching wounds.

The body forged by Source Blood is so domineering, it is displayed in full splendor at this moment!

As long as one hasn't died, one can be reassembled under its nourishment!

"Heh… heh heh…"

Su Ming sways.

"Since the physical pain, you can still endure…"

"Since you love being heart‑to‑heart with me so much…"

Su Ming slowly closes those eyes that were already blind.

The body's destruction has already reached its limit…

If he keeps playing, he'll truly die!

But that doesn't mean…

The game is over.

"Boss Shen, you endured the bodily pain…"

"Then can you endure…"

"The shadows of my half‑life?"

Buzz—!

In Su Ming's deep sea of consciousness.

The Black Box that he has sealed with layers of reason, suppressed until now.

Snap—!

Crushed by his own hands!

The forced demolition on the physical level is over!

Now, let's try a strike on the mental level!

"Come, Shen Qing."

"Don't be formal."

"I invite you… to watch a silent film."