Chapter 186 Chapter 186 The Endless Torture

What followed was a never-ending period of torture, and I couldn't dodge both Lust and Polter at the same time.I tried to deduce, but I don't know if one's thinking in this situation can be called deduction; my body has defense mechanism against physical pain, I will pass out or die, and death may be my only hope of winning here .So, I choose to defend my mind over my body. I distracted myself from the punching and kicking.I defended symbolically, keeping myself away from his fists, forcing him to chase me, keeping my eyes on him, fending off his attacks as much as possible without compromising my vigilance against the pressure of the Skill of Desire.I heard the guards taunting my imagined lethargy for the fact that I rarely fought back.When he punched me and staggered back to the soldiers surrounding us, they pushed and kicked me back to Poulter.

I couldn't concentrate on tactics.When I wobbled, I wobbled violently, and the few times I threw punches, they were pitifully small.I longed to free myself, to unleash my anger and throw myself on Poulter and beat him hard, but that would loosen my defenses against desire.No, I have to stay calm and bear it.When the will intensified to press on me, Poulter was free to attack me.In the end, I was left with two options: I could block my head or body with my hands, but he would always redirect his attack to the other shield.Horribly, I knew this man wasn't using his full strength, he was only trying to hurt me or cause me some flesh and blood.But when I put my hand down, I met the eager stare, and seeing his sweaty face brought me a moment of satisfaction, and at this time Porter punched me hard on the nose .

Brad once described to me the unbelievable feeling of hearing his own nose snapped during a fight.There was a disgusting sound and extreme pain, so intense that I could only feel the pain, and then I passed out. I don't know how long I was dizzy.I trembled at the edge of consciousness, and wandered there.At this time, someone turned me over and made me lie on my back.Whoever it was, he stood up after checking my injuries. "Broken nose," he announced. "Polt, I told you not to interrupt anything!" Regal protested angrily. "I've got to make him look unharmed. Give me some wine," he ordered to the other man in a petulant whisper.

"It's not a problem, King Regal," he was assured.The man bent down in front of me, grabbed the bridge of my nose hard and straightened it.That cruel act hurt more than a broken nose, and I lost consciousness again, listening to their voices talking about me; after a while these voices became words I could understand, and I only later understood what they were talking about. something happened. Regal's voice. "So he can do this? Why isn't he doing it?" "I only know what Duanning and Zegu told me, Your Majesty." Yuyi's tone was full of exhaustion. "They claimed that he was tired from passing skills, and Zegu took the opportunity to force his way into his heart, and then the little bastard... counterattacked in some way, and Zegu said he believed he was attacked by a big wolf, and Duanning also Said she did see claw marks on Zegu, but they disappeared immediately."

I heard the creak of wood as Regal sat back in his chair. "Then let him act! I wish to witness the Wit." He paused. "Or is your ability not strong enough? Maybe Zegu is my reserve candidate." "My ability is much stronger than Zegu, Your Majesty the King." Yuyi claimed calmly. "But Fitz knew my intentions, and he didn't expect that Zegu would attack him." Then, he added softly: "His strength is much stronger than I imagined." "Then you do it!" Emperor Zun ordered in disgust. So, Emperor Zun wants to see Yuan Zhi?I took a breath, gathered the remaining energy in my body, and tried to focus my anger on Emperor Zun, trying to resist him so that his whole body could penetrate the wall, but I couldn't do it because I was in pain all over. Unable to concentrate.My own defenses beat me.Regal suddenly jumped up, and then looked at me more closely.

"He's still awake," he said, and raised his finger slowly again. "Verdy, you handle him, but be careful not to hurt his nose, and don't hurt his face. The rest of the body is easy to cover up." In a few moments Verdi dragged me to my feet to knock me down again.I got tired of the repetitive attacking routine before he did, and the floor hurt me as much as his punches.I can't seem to stand on my feet or raise my hands to defend myself.I retreated back into my heart, shrinking and shrinking, and huddled there until sheer physical pain forced me to alert and struggle again.But soon, I'll pass out again.Another thing I started noticing was Regal's fun.He didn't want to cause me pain by tying me up and watching me struggle, try to fight back and fail.He looked at his guards too, no doubt noting who was taking their eyes off the sport, while using me to measure them up.I forced myself not to care that he was taking pleasure in my pain when all I really cared about was keeping my guard up and keeping desire from creeping into my head, and that was the battle I had to win.

When I woke up for the fourth time, I found myself lying on the floor of the cell with severe nasal congestion, and it was the sound of panting that woke me up, which was the sound of my breathing.I lay thus where they had dropped me, and then I raised my hand and pulled Prondi's cloak off the stool, and part of it fell on me, and I lay for a while longer.Regal's guards were really obedient, they really didn't interrupt anything on me.Although my whole body was in pain, not a single bone was broken.All they brought me was pain, not my life. I crawled slowly to my water's edge.I can't calculate the pain I've had to lift the jug to drink.My hands were swollen and sore from my attempts to defend myself, and I had to try in vain to keep the spout of the jug from hitting my mouth.Finally, I finally got water, which not only gave me back my strength, but also made me more aware of every pain.My half loaf is still there too.I grabbed the end of what was left of it and soaked it in what was left of the water, and sucked on the soaking softened bread, which tasted like blood.Those first few punches from Poulter loosened my teeth and ripped the skin out of my mouth.But I noticed that my nose was actually the source of the pain, and I couldn't bring myself to reach out and touch it.There is no pleasure in eating, but it relieves part of the hunger that accompanies the pain.

After a while I sat up, and wrapped my cloak around me, thinking what I knew.Regal will keep me mortally wounded until I strike with Wisdom so that his guards can witness, or break my defenses so that desire can invade my heart and drive me to a confession.I wonder which way he will win, and I don't doubt he will, because the only way I can get out of this prison is death.There are still options.I can let them kill me before I use my wit or give up my defenses against will, or take the poison I prepared for Wallace, so I will die, and with my current weak state, I Possibly poisoned sooner than planned for Wallace, but painfully, terribly painfully painful.