Flower Shirong had no choice but to resort to such brutal measures.
After casting a "Thunder Strike Technique" just now, he had depleted half of his inner strength, and he could only manage to release one more attack.
Without any inner strength, Flower Shirong was like a defenseless lamb, completely vulnerable. He could only let Ling Yukuan do as he pleased.
Flower Shirong saw that Ling Yukuan's face was swollen like a fermented dough, with his eyes squeezed into two slits and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
Taking a step forward, Flower Shirong delivered a punch to his chest, causing Ling Yukuan to cough up blood and scream in agony.
Flower Shirong couldn't believe that a single "Thunder Strike Technique" had such power, rendering a person who surpassed him by three or four levels completely helpless.
In the future, he would have to ponder how to use it effectively as his secret weapon to defeat enemies.
Hmm, his hand speed was still a bit slow when forming the hand seals earlier. If he could be faster, the effect should be even better, right?
His own attack power was not bad either. Ling Yukuan seemed to be seriously injured. Attacking an unsuspecting opponent was a good strategy.
Flower Shirong silently summarized the gains and losses of the battle in his mind.
"Now, tell me what's going on."
As Ling Yukuan's groaning subsided for a moment, Flower Shirong began to inquire.
Ling Yukuan glared fiercely at Flower Shirong, turned his head aside, and ignored him.
"If you don't want to get beaten again, then be honest."
"Honest about what?" Ling Yukuan objected.
"It seems you haven't had enough beatings!"
With that, Flower Shirong swung his fist towards Ling Yukuan.
He didn't hold back, giving it his all. After being bullied and thrown into the confinement room, there was no room for hesitation!
Ling Yukuan never expected Flower Shirong to act so swiftly. After being mercilessly beaten, he ended up lying on his back, feeling as painful as a drunk shrimp, hunching his body.
"Flower Shirong, if you have the guts, then kill me!"
Ling Yukuan was also a ruthless character. Even in such a state, he continued to shout.
Flower Shirong laughed, his eyes fixed on Ling Yukuan like venomous snakes, and he said each word with a venomous tone, "Why would I kill you? Killing is against the law. I want to torture you!"
As he spoke, Flower Shirong unleashed a flurry of punches, and Ling Yukuan let out a series of howls.
While throwing punches, Flower Shirong cursed, "Aren't you so arrogant? Daring to threaten me! Am I someone you can intimidate? Are you being too tough, or have I been too lenient?"
With every word Flower Shirong spoke, he delivered a punch, and with each punch, Ling Yukuan let out a miserable cry. The entire confinement room was filled with a strange atmosphere.
After a while, Flower Shirong grew tired from the relentless beating. He breathed heavily, stopped, and stood up, looking at Ling Yukuan, who was covered in blood. A trace of pity flashed through his heart.
However, as soon as this thought arose, Flower Shirong extinguished it.
"I've been confined, and yet you won't let me be. Do you really think I'm easy to bully? Back then, when I was left with only half a life after being beaten by all of you, I never thought of seeking revenge."
Flower Shirong grew angrier as he continued to scold, recalling the miserable state he was in when he was humiliated by the Ling family's descendants. He kicked Ling Yukuan ruthlessly.
Terrified by Flower Shirong's beatings, Ling Yukuan quickly raised his hand to block, but a crisp and clear sound could be heard: "Crack!"
His right arm was broken!
A mournful howl immediately echoed throughout the entire confinement room, reverberating from the cross-shaped cells, radiating throughout the entire facility with a strong penetrating force.
Flower Shirong was also startled by the piercing cries of Ling Yukuan.
The damage caused by his forceful kick far exceeded Flower Shirong's imagination.
Though Flower Shirong had vented his anger, he also felt a bit of regret in his heart. After all, the other person was still a child.
But he didn't dwell on it. He himself was only a fourteen-year-old child.
Ling Yukuan's cries alarmed Lao Guantou, who had just left the cross-shaped cell not long ago. He hurriedly ran back to the front of the cell to assess the situation.
Standing outside the iron gate, Lao Guantou opened the small window, measuring about half a foot square, which was specifically used for delivering food, to get a glimpse of the pitch-black confinement room.
"Who wants to die? Disturbing an old man's peace!" Lao Guantou was very angry. He couldn't even let people rest properly.
Ling Yukuan suddenly regained his strength, swiftly turned over, and rushed to the small window. "Lao Guantou, help me! Flower Shirong wants to kill me. He broke my arm!"
Lao Guantou's eyes widened instantly as he looked at Ling Yukuan several times in disbelief.
"Are you saying that Flower Shirong, a martial artist at the fourth level of the Martial Disciple Realm, defeated Ling Yukuan, who is at the eighth level of the same realm? And he broke your arm?"
Lao Guantou couldn't believe it and wanted to confirm.
"Yeah, yeah, Lao Guantou, I can't stay in the same cell as Flower Shirong anymore. I request to be transferred to another cell."
Ling Yukuan was truly scared and quickly made his plea to Lao Guantou.
"Are you sure you want to be transferred?"
The old head frowned and questioned Ling Yukuan.
"Change, change, change. The sooner, the better."
Ling Yukuan was becoming impatient and quickly agreed.
"The other confinement rooms are all occupied by Ling family disciples. The only room with one person is the 'Jia' cell, which belongs to Lan Shihai."
"Lan Shihai?"
Ling Yukuan stammered and glanced back at Flower Shirong, who was sitting in the corner of the wall with closed eyes, still feeling a lingering fear. After hesitating for a while, he said somewhat dejectedly, "I... suddenly remembered that this place is not bad. I'll... stay here."
Lao Guantou didn't respond, he just forcefully closed the small window door.
"If you don't want to switch, then stay put! Do you think spending a month in confinement is enjoyable? This is a confinement room, not your own home!"
Lao Guantou was very angry and scolded him directly.
As Lao Guantou's footsteps faded away, silence once again enveloped the cross-shaped confinement room.
Ling Yukuan chose to sit in a corner away from Flower Shirong. He took out some ointment from his bag and applied it to the fracture in his left arm. He silently inspected his body, using his unbroken left hand to apply the ointment to his injuries. His body was covered in bruises, and he felt pain all over, especially his face, which was swollen like a pig's head.
Ling Yukuan couldn't believe that Lao Guantou hadn't seen his miserable state but chose to remain silent. He suddenly doubted whether the strategy of the young family master was appropriate.
Just two days ago, the young family master Ling Yufeng and about thirty other Ling family disciples finally completed their mining tasks in the mine and returned to the academy. Before they could settle the score with the Flower family disciples, they heard about Ling Yuning being injured by Flower Shirong.
In a fit of rage, Ling Yufeng gathered several Martial Disciple Realm eighth-level disciples of the family to discuss seeking revenge for Ling Yuning.
The person currently locked in the confinement room, apart from Lan Shihai, who often had conflicts with the Ling family but was not imprisoned for offending Ling family disciples, had some connection with the Ling family disciples.
Ling Yufeng's strategy was simple: create trouble and send four Martial Disciple Realm eighth-level Ling family disciples into the confinement room to teach a lesson to several students, including Flower Shirong, who had offended Ling family disciples.
Ling Yukuan never expected to be assigned to Flower Shirong's confinement room so smoothly. Before he could fully enjoy his triumph, he was beaten by Flower Shirong, completely defenseless.
What martial technique did Flower Shirong use just now? Why did his whole body become numb and unable to muster internal energy after being hit?
At this moment, Ling Yukuan felt a slight satisfaction hearing the screams of the other students from different confinement rooms.
However, he also worried about his current situation. Instead of mercilessly torturing Flower Shirong as he originally planned, he was the one being mercilessly tormented. If this matter were to spread, what position would he have in the family in the future?
With this thought, his anger surged, and a ferocious light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Flower Shirong, wishing he could bite off his head in one gulp.
"If I were you, I would be cautious and behave myself."
Flower Shirong's voice sounded faintly, with a hint of gloom, as if he could see through Ling Yukuan's thoughts, reminding him.
"You brat..."
Ling Yukuan had only uttered half a sentence when he saw a figure leaping up and rushing towards him.
Before Ling Yukuan could react, with a resounding slap, his left cheek was slapped, and before he could even make a sound, his chest throbbed as Flower Shirong delivered a punch. Startled, Ling Yukuan quickly protected his head with his unbroken left hand.
Meanwhile, Flower Shirong had already returned to where he had been meditating, murmuring to himself, "The slap just now was awkward and clumsy when transitioning into the 'Mad Fury Strike' technique with a punch. It was full of flaws. If the opponent had attacked my ribs, it might have been fatal."
Ling Yukuan looked at Flower Shirong, who was muttering to himself, in a state of horrified despair. He felt bitter in his heart: He's treating me as a sparring partner, contemplating martial techniques!
Ling Yukuan wasn't afraid of Flower Shirong. In fact, Flower Shirong's Martial Disciple Realm fourth-level strength was no match for him.
However, in their brief encounter, Flower Shirong's thunderous technique had left Ling Yukuan trembling all over, his spirit in disarray. He couldn't muster any internal energy, let alone protect himself.
Ling Yukuan was severely injured by Flower Shirong, with his right arm broken. He didn't even have the courage to resist Flower Shirong.
The deployment arranged by the young family master, Ling Yufeng, had been disrupted. Ling Yukuan could hardly imagine how Flower Shirong would further torment him over the next month.
And so, Ling Yukuan spent the afternoon in a state of trembling fear.
During that afternoon, Flower Shirong did nothing else but meditate. Finally, they heard the sound of the small iron window opening: It was time for the daily meal delivery!
Flower Shirong stood up tall, and as Ling Yukuan also tried to get up, he was scared into trembling by Flower Shirong's glare and dared not move forward.
For the confined students, there was no hope for a good meal. They were given two plain steamed buns and a bowl of meat soup, which was supposed to contain meat but had none.
At this time every day, the light in the confinement room would be stronger because the person delivering the food would wait until everyone finished eating and then clean up the bowls and chopsticks before leaving. The small iron window would remain open.
Flower Shirong stood by the window, eating the steamed buns voraciously, breathing in the fresh air, and observing the green vegetation outside the window.
Without any courtesy, Flower Shirong ate Ling Yukuan's steamed bun and then placed the bowl of meat soup in front of him.
Ling Yukuan grimaced and said firmly, "Just kill me."
"It's easy to want to die!" Flower Shirong sneered, extending a foot and kicking over the bowl of meat soup, splashing Ling Yukuan with soup stains.
Flower Shirong picked up the bowl, threw it out the window along with their own, and then returned to their meditation spot, ignoring Ling Yukuan completely.
"Flower Shirong, I will report this to the academy. What you're doing is a violation of the academy's rules and regulations," Ling Yukuan said with immense resentment in his voice.
"If I'm not violating the rules and regulations, would you have been confined to this room?" Ling Yukuan remained silent.
"You better think about how you'll survive the days to come. Don't worry, I promise not to kill you!" Flower Shirong's voice sent a chill down Ling Yukuan's spine, and a cold, eerie aura spread throughout his body.
Ling Yukuan suddenly regretted taking on this task, and his resentment towards Flower Shirong grew even stronger within his heart.