However, Han Jingnian showed no signs of mercy. Instead, he bent down, grabbed the man's other hand, and decisively pressed it against his leg. With a crisp "snap", the man's arm bone splintered.
The pain had already stripped the man of his formerly arrogant demeanor. His face was filled with panic and fear. Despite knowing that behind him was a wall, he still leaned back until his body pressed against the wall, and only when he had no room left to retreat, did he nervously look up at Han Jingnian.
Just one glance was enough to drain all the color from his face. He wanted to beg for mercy, but the torment from both his hands prevented him from forming a coherent sentence. He felt as if he were being thrown into a vat of boiling oil, in an unending cycle of torment...
Just as the man was about to succumb to the pain and faint, Han Jingnian finally lifted his foot from his hand.
