Chapter 1212: Making the Witch Feel Extreme Pain, Her Begging for Mercy!

A face brimming with natural seduction, a pitiable sight that could move anyone.

But thankfully.

The two people at close range, one was a woman's body with a man's heart, and the other was augmented by Heaven-Man Unity. Neither of them fell for her act at all.

The sharp-tongued Lei Xiao even opened her mouth while imitating the woman's mannerisms: "If it hurts, it hurts. Why are you still twisting like that, twisting like that? I really can't do those two little moves of yours. Sashaying and swaying, I'll fucking kill you, making you act tough with me, who the hell do you think you are, fuck!!!!!!!"

Just thinking about her earlier embarrassing predicament made her somewhat furious.

Haven't handled it!!!

Isn't this losing face?

Although she considered her own ceiling to be extremely high!

But the current combat failure, for Lei Xiao, was equally a loss of face.

The witch curled up on the ground, forcefully enduring the pain, but still couldn't help but let out muffled groans as she spoke: "If it weren't for him, you... you're nothing but a defeated opponent, are you even worthy of.....of clamoring at me?"

Just thinking about her earlier embarrassing discomposure made her somewhat furious.

She was getting a bit anxious.

Lu Ding stepped forward, one foot on the face, directly stomping onto the witch's head: "Then what if I said her meaning is also my meaning?"

Hearing this, Lei Xiao.

Silently straightened her chest.

Of course, her chest was bound, wrapped very tightly, so there wouldn't be a situation where despite having a man's heart and a woman's body, there'd still be spectacular waves.

Half a step behind and beside Lu Ding.

Lei Xiao put on a cocky face, nodded, and chimed in: "Yeah!"

That posture seemed to say, so what!

What are you going to do about it!!!

The witch looked at Lu Ding, her eyes full of hatred: "You......you're humiliating me!?"

Lu Ding's laughter rang out, accompanied by black smoke drifting upward: "Hahahahaha..... you're only realizing that now?"

Bending down: "Come, tell me, your purpose, your origins, your name."

The woman looked at Lu Ding, opening her mouth to spit out, about to say one more line about him dreaming.

Alas.

Imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel.

Her spitting motion, in Lu Ding's Sin Pupil eyes, was impossibly slow.

Reaching out, he grabbed her cheek in one grip.

Terrifying strength, making both her gums creak and groan.

"Very good, you're still a tough one."

"But what I love most is encountering tough ones."

Previously with Huang Chang, Lu Ding hadn't used any methods on him because after understanding his deeds, he felt the man was alright, not purely evil, nor purely good.

So grudges were settled as grudges.

Killing him ended everything.

It was simply a difference in stance.

Not making the man suffer.

But this one belonged to the category of 'demon.'

So Lu Ding couldn't possibly talk about morality with her.

He raised his hand, lightly tapping the woman's arm. Ripples spread across her arm, and beneath that snow-white skin, it was as if countless liquids were rioting, constantly jumping beneath the skin.

Extreme pain suddenly surged.

"Ah!!!!!!!"

The next second.

Crack!!!!

The woman's hand, like foam bursting in midair, exploded, vanished, without even a splash of blood.

Utterly eerie.

"What did you do!!!? What did you do!!!? My hand!!! My hand!!!!"

Lu Ding's voice was calm: "Don't rush, don't rush. This is only the beginning. Just now I merely controlled the water molecules in your body, making them collide and rub against each other. But because it happened simultaneously, they remained in a stable state within your body."

"It's like boiling water. Normally, water heats gradually, it bubbles, it rolls. But if you use our Great Han's microwave to heat it, it stays stable, won't bubble, looks perfectly normal."

"But the moment external interference comes, placing in utensils, tea leaves, any foreign object, it breaks that balance, causing the normal liquid to suddenly flash-boil."

"Your hand, in that flash-boiling process, was blasted away by the energy released from countless tiny molecules."

Lu Ding smiled, black smoke rising from the corners of his mouth, making him look especially ferocious and evil, forming a stark contrast with the exquisitely beautiful rainbow-colored pupils in his eyes and that perfect face.

"During this process, you'll endure the pain of high-temperature burns, the pain of molecular collapse, and the pain of blood in your body's tissues separating into layers. In a living human body, a portion of plasma, platelets, red blood cells, forcibly separated..... tsk tsk tsk, so painful."

"But don't be afraid, this is only the beginning. You still have your other hand. I'll lock the energy emission of the blood in your other hand, heat it to an overheated state, then compress my True Samadhi Fire and blast it. Guess what reaction will happen hahahahahahaha......."

At this moment, the laughing Lu Ding, in the witch's eyes, had already become the most terrifying existence of her life.

A half-crazed beautiful young man, speaking words half comprehensible and half incomprehensible, about to make her experience extreme pain, and there was already precedent, and the next pain would be unknown, and even more intense.

Despair gradually crept onto the woman's heart.

"You......you.....what do you want to do, what do you want to do!!!!!!!"

"Ah!!!!!!!"

Screams rang out again.

The witch's arm, beneath the skin, began to rage and boil, the internal pressure having risen to a terrifying value. If not for Lu Ding controlling it, the witch's hand would likely have exploded from within, like an over-inflated balloon popping.

But it was also because of Lu Ding's control.

That the witch's hand not only didn't explode, but didn't even swell. The blood within continuously vaporized, but because the limited space was locked, under immense pressure, the liquid frantic to vaporize was forced back down.

Then using the Life-and-Death Dao Fruit's power of life to continuously sustain her sensory nerves' ability, repairing, repairing, endlessly repairing.

Feeling pain.

As if endlessly feeling pain.

The witch screamed, trembled, struggled: "Ah!!!!!!!!!"

Normal scientific instruments' supercritical state wouldn't make the witch feel such piercing pain, but Lu Ding used a fusion of metaphysics and scientific knowledge.

She began to beg for mercy: "Kill me!!! Kill me!!!!!!!!! Please just kill me!!!!!!"

The smile on Lu Ding's face remained: "No rush, no rush. We haven't reached the crucial step yet."

As he spoke.

Lu Ding raised his hand. On his fingertip, a White Blaze flame of True Samadhi Fire and Purple Tenuity Heavenly Fire merged and surged up. Lu Ding added the variation of wind, and the rising flame suddenly shot upward, like a lit windproof lighter, gradually thinning.

Until a flame the thickness of a finger slowly compressed to thinner than a hair, thinner than a gossamer, even to the point of being invisible to the naked eye.

He slowly pointed it toward the woman's arm.

Before it even touched.

The witch felt the already extreme pain intensify once more. So the extreme was not truly extreme.

"I'll talk!!!! Ah!!!! I'll talk!!!! I've said it!!!!!"