Chapter 98: A Slap in the Face!
Chapter 98: A Slap in the Face!
"Master! Master, help me! It was my fault! It was my fault!"
Shrill screams echoed from the distance.
In the arena, the crowd parted like a receding tide.
The speed at which they dispersed was astonishing, as if something terrifying had rushed in from outside the gate.
Most of the people who came to this arena were ruthless, battle-hardened individuals who had witnessed life, death, and bloodshed countless times.
They wouldn't even flinch at the sight of severed limbs or pools of blood.
Yet this time, they scattered as though they'd seen a ghost!
Yu Wenmo and the others had just stepped out of the VIP room. Noticing the sudden commotion, they turned to look in that direction.
The moment they saw what was happening, several of them gagged. The more faint-hearted among the freshmen couldn't hold back and vomited on the spot.
Even the more resilient ones turned visibly pale.
From the middle of the passage, where the crowd had separated, a figure stumbled out.
No—calling it a person would be an overstatement.
It was more accurate to describe it as a rotting corpse.
The man's flesh had decayed into chunks, pieces falling from his body with every movement, mixing with a sickening yellow-and-white mucus.
He looked like a walking corpse!
What made the sight even more horrifying was his half-rotten face. As he ran and screamed, the decaying flesh around his mouth peeled away, exposing stark white bones beneath.
The stench that followed him spread rapidly, pungent and unbearable.
Even in nightmares, such a grotesque sight was rare!
But this was real.
"Master! Help! Please spare me! I won't do it again! I won't do it again!"
The horrifying figure, disgusting beyond words, stumbled forward before falling to his knees before Luo Qingtong with a thud. He kowtowed frantically, his voice hoarse and desperate.
"I was wrong! I was wrong! I didn't know your strength! Master, spare me! Please, have mercy!"
Master Liu's cries were filled with anguish. His entire body was decayed to an extreme degree, and the rotting was only accelerating. He had a terrifying premonition—if this continued, his flesh would completely disintegrate, and soon it would reach his internal organs!
When that happened, not even a deity could save him!
The poison was too potent, attacking with ruthless speed.
No antidote worked—not even the ones he had taken immediately after realizing something was wrong.
He had even spent a fortune on a miracle pill, crafted by a celestial-grade alchemist, said to cure hundreds of poisons.
But instead of improving, his condition had worsened!
Had he not heard of the infamous "Evil Doctor, Guitong" appearing in the Blood Battlefield, rumored to be the old man in the black robe, he would have already given up and ended his suffering.
"Master! Please, have mercy! Have mercy!" he begged, his forehead slamming against the ground repeatedly.
With every movement, more decayed flesh peeled off, falling in grotesque chunks from his face and body.
Many spectators turned away in sheer disgust.
At that moment, someone among the Holy Academy freshmen accompanying Yu Wenmo couldn't help but speak up.
"This so-called 'Evil Doctor' is too cruel! What could this man have done to deserve such a fate? Poisoning him and making him suffer like this—do you have no compassion at all?"
"Oh?"
Luo Qingtong chuckled.
She wasn't in a hurry to leave. Instead, she leisurely sat down on a nearby chair, crossing her legs as she looked down at the corpse-like man kneeling at her feet.
"In that case," she said with a smirk, "why don't you tell them yourself, Master Liu? What exactly did you do to end up like this?"
As soon as she spoke, the crowd froze.
Shock and disbelief rippled through them.
This rotting corpse...
Was actually Master Liu?!