In the midst of Qing Xiao's exclamation of surprise, Ji Wuyou on the stage swiftly drew a dagger from his waist and plunged it into his own thigh.
The piercing pain made his brows furrow, but immediately, he looked at Xu Taiping with a fierce smile and said,
"I want to see how you can endure ten times the pain I feel!"
As he spoke, he violently twisted the dagger in his thigh.
Xu Taiping, standing not far away, was initially puzzled as to why Ji Wuyou would stab himself with a knife.
But soon, his pupils dilated.
An indescribable pain suddenly spread from his thigh.
He had just steadied himself when he suddenly groaned in pain, his legs weakening, and he fell to one knee.
He finally understood what Ji Wuyou meant by "ten times the pain."
Not only him, but most of the cultivators present also realized what was happening.
"This despicable and shameless scoundrel actually used such a vicious curse in the competition!"
Zhao Linglong burst out in anger.
"Is there no one to stop him?"
She turned her gaze to Xu Ziyang beside her.
"This two-injury curse, though vicious, is merely a low-level curse. The competition rules don't say it can't be used."
Xu Ziyang shook her head helplessly.
"Junior Sister Linglong, haven't you seen it yet? The formidable one isn't the curse, but Ji Wuyou himself. I've always said he's a madman. A normal person wouldn't practice a curse that harms oneself first."
Jin Hezhi, in the front row, lightly waved his fan and said with a smug look.
Zhao Linglong was momentarily at a loss for words.
Ji Wuyou, slowly standing up from the ground, burst into a mad laugh with a fierce expression.
"Doesn't it hurt so much that you want to die?"
He staggered toward Xu Taiping, pinching the wound on his severed arm with his hand.
Xu Taiping, who had just tried to stand up, staggered and fell again.
"It seems it's still not painful enough."
Ji Wuyou, with a fierce smile, bit the dagger and cut a wound on his hand, then tore off the skin on his hand with his mouth.
Even Ji Wuyou himself winced in pain.
Let alone Xu Taiping, who had to endure ten times the pain.
Even from a distance, Qing Xiao and the others could clearly see Xu Taiping, who was kneeling on one knee, trembling.
"This competition is unfair!"
Zhao Linglong was very angry.
"When did this competition ever say it would be fair?"
Jin Hezhi laughed and retorted.
Zhao Linglong wanted to argue but was held down by Qing Xiao, who made her sit.
At this moment, Ji Wuyou was only a dozen steps away from Xu Taiping.
At this distance, his flying sword could kill Xu Taiping in one strike.
But Ji Wuyou didn't want to do that.
"Breaking my arm, how can I let you die so easily?"
Ji Wuyou glared at Xu Taiping with venomous eyes.
Then, he put one of his fingers in his mouth, bit the nail with his teeth, and tore it off with a twist of his head.
As the saying goes, "ten fingers are connected to the heart." At this moment, Xu Taiping finally cried out in pain due to the tenfold piercing pain.
Zhao Linglong, in the stands, couldn't bear to watch and covered her eyes.
Ji Wuyou, seeing this, burst into another mad laugh. He bit his nailless finger and slowly walked to Xu Taiping, his twisted smile close to his ear, and said,
"Kneel down and lick the dust off my boots, and I'll consider letting you die more quickly."
He deliberately raised his voice so that everyone in the Yunlou stands could hear.
Those who knew Ji Wuyou knew that he enjoyed the process of torturing his opponents more than defeating them.
Xu Taiping slowly raised his head.
At this moment, his face was pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"It depends on your performance."
Ji Wuyou squinted and stood up, placing his dusty and bloodstained boot in front of Xu Taiping.
Seeing this, Qing Xiao and the others on the Yunlou couldn't bear to watch and turned away.
But before they could turn away, Xu Taiping, who had been squatting, suddenly drew his long sword and slashed upward at Ji Wuyou's arm.
Because it was too sudden, Ji Wuyou didn't have time to summon his flying sword and could only rely on his protective aura to defend.
But how could his hastily summoned protective aura withstand Xu Taiping's well-prepared strike?
In the sound of the air being split, Xu Taiping's sword cut through Ji Wuyou's protective aura and severed his last arm.
Ji Wuyou's scream echoed across the Zhenjianping.
At the same time, Xu Taiping's body trembled, and he experienced a brief dizziness.
"Ugh... Impossible, you were hit by my two-injury curse. Hurting me means hurting yourself. The pain you feel should be ten times mine!"
Ji Wuyou, retreating to the edge of the stage in pain, looked at Xu Taiping with disbelief.
He wanted to say that even ten times the pain he was feeling now couldn't compare to the pain he endured when soaking in the bone-washing and marrow-renewing soup.
Not to mention the pain he endured while learning the body-strengthening techniques taught by Fairy Lingyue.
"This pain is not enough."
He shook his head, then raised his sword and walked step by step toward Ji Wuyou.
"You're lying to me, you're just putting up a front, you must be putting up a front!"
Ji Wuyou, with a twisted face, roared and forcibly summoned his internal energy, lifting his flying sword from the ground and making it cut off pieces of his own flesh and skin.
The bloody scene was too much to bear.
But even so, Xu Taiping didn't stop, walking straight toward him.
This time, not only Ji Wuyou but also the disciples on the sidelines were filled with confusion.
"Could it be that there was no two-injury curse at all?"
"It's impossible. The person who cast the curse would definitely know if the opponent was hit."
Voices of discussion filled the air.
"You can't kill me. If you kill me, you will die too, you will die from the pain!"
Amid the discussion, Ji Wuyou, on the stage, roared with a fierce expression.
Faced with Ji Wuyou's threat, Xu Taiping still didn't stop.
At this moment, the desperate Ji Wuyou suddenly looked mad, letting all his internal energy surge out and driving the flying sword in front of him to stab at Xu Taiping with great force.