As the audience watched in wonder and awe, Xuan slowly rose from the floor, blood trailing from hundreds of different cuts and wounds on his body. He looked like some kind of vengeful zombie from a horror game, but despite this, he was still handsome—beautiful, even.
But that was also precisely what bothered—and impressed—Li Shu the most.
"Incredible… do you not feel pain? My 'Poem of a Hundred Cuts' is a move meant to deliver great physical agony to whoever it's used on, to the point where it could be classified as a torture technique. And yet… here you stand, bloodied and injured, but smiling?"
At this, Xuan only laughed.
"Pain? Agony? Just by you?"
