CHAPTER 722: CHAPTER 722: TORTURE

Abe Matsu was terrified to his very bones. He didn’t want to show such a reaction, but he was involuntarily trembling with fear.

He could already smell the scent of death approaching. How could he not be afraid?

Watching Han Bihong’s ten women launch deadly moves, and Shen Yaqing’s offensive descending like a torrent, especially the murderous intent from Qiu Wen, he felt immense pressure, as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city, making it hard for him to breathe.

"How could these ten traitors get involved with a Human Body Limit expert? Their damn luck is just too good." Abe Matsu sighed, feeling extremely conflicted inside.

With a dull "thud" sound, in the midst of a new wave of battle, Abe Matsu was struck as if by lightning, kicked away by Qiu Wen, his figure flying several yards before crashing to the ground.

Blood spurted uncontrollably from his mouth in defiance despite his efforts to suppress it.

Abe Matsu forced himself to stand despite the toll on his spirit.

At this moment, his face was darker than the bottom of a pot.

One move.

One move caused him such severe injuries and immense humiliation, his face burned with shame, unable to bear the disgrace.

He knew Qiu Wen’s strength and believed that with the assistance of the other eleven women, Qiu Wen could crush him.

However, he was no pushover, nor was he a benevolent person. How could he be defeated so easily?

Being defeated so effortlessly was simply absurd.

"Very well, very well indeed." Abe Matsu’s face turned livid, and he glared at Qiu Wen with rage, "Since my rise to fame, no one has ever humiliated me like this. You are the first, and I will personally take your life."

The twelve women, including Qiu Wen, watched mockingly as Abe Matsu struggled up after being hurt and shamelessly boasted. They did not rush to attack, having plenty of time to let Abe Matsu slowly die without the need for haste.

"Abe Matsu, seeing you unable to vent your anger is truly a splendid sight. The funniest thing is you still spout nonsense here. Don’t you find it ridiculous? I feel embarrassed for you, you pathetic fool, still oblivious to it."

"Do you know how ignorant your performance is right now?"

"Knowing you’re destined to die, yet still speaking rudely here, truly a joke to everyone."

"If you don’t want to die, I have a piece of advice for you: try escaping, see if you can flee from our grasp."

Han Bihong’s group of ten laughed derisively, each taking turns mocking Abe Matsu.

Qiu Wen and Shen Yaqing watched from the sidelines, allowing the ten women to fully vent the shadows cast by the Blood Rose Organization upon their hearts.

"You ten traitors, despicable people." Abe Matsu roared with rage, his eyes looking at the ten women with such hatred as if wishing to devour them. The word "betrayal" seemed to be the only way to vent his dissatisfaction. He unabashedly resorted to referring to the ten women as traitors.

"We have plenty of patience to slowly toy with you."

"Watching you rage like a thunderstorm is a kind of enjoyment."

"When you despair, we’ll be even more patient."

"We will slowly torture you, letting you fully experience the fear of life slipping away."

The ten women spoke lightly, not in any hurry to kill Abe Matsu.

In their eyes, Abe Matsu was already a dead man.

"You..." Abe Matsu gritted his teeth, glaring at the ten women, then suppressed his anger to ask Qiu Wen confused, "Who are you, really? With skills like yours, there’s no reason I shouldn’t know you. Huaxia only has a few Human Body Limit experts, and you’re not among them. Neither is there someone as young as you among them. Who are you really?"

This was his most perplexing question. Without figuring this out, he couldn’t rest in peace even after death.

"You have no right to know my identity. All you need to understand is that you are about to die." Qiu Wen spoke slowly.

"Someone as strong as you isn’t simple, but going against my Blood Rose requires caution. You must understand that the Blood Rose Organization’s power is immense, its influence substantial." Abe Matsu spoke, implicitly warning and threatening.

"The hell with the Blood Rose Organization. We’re here this time to completely destroy it. Pathetically, you still measurelessly threaten me. Truly idiotic." Qiu Wen laughed full of disdain.

"What?"

"Destroy the Blood Rose Organization?!"

"With just you."

"In your dreams!!"

A rare laugh burst from Abe Matsu, rebuking word by word.

Although he feared the killing intent of Qiu Wen and her group, these people were so arrogant as to be ignorant of the heavens and earth’s vastness. The Blood Rose had long endured numerous upheavals without falling, affirming its significance in standing unyieldingly.

Such grand boasting made Abe Matsu chuckle immediately.

"A frog in a well—that’s what you people say about someone like you." Qiu Wen dismissed, "You still have time to nonsensically boast here; I see you haven’t felt despair yet. Now, let’s put an end to your pitiful life."

With that, the twelve women moved simultaneously, launching at the arrogant and ignorant Abe Matsu.

"The only reason I was hurt earlier was because I was careless," Abe Matsu grumbled, "In the coming battle, it won’t happen again. While I might not beat you, I can surely fight to a stalemate."

"And you’ll pay the price for your arrogance," Han Bihong teased.

The fierce battle resumed once more.

Abe Matsu concentrated all his mind and energy, fully engaging in the fight.

After three moves.

Abe Matsu was brutally flung away.

Blood sprayed.

Crisp sounds of bones breaking echoed.

Now, Abe Matsu was utterly desperate, utterly devoid of even a trace of hope.

He had assumed his strength could withstand the attacks of twelve women, but unexpectedly, he was struck down without any real resistance.

Indeed, he was unable to withstand a single blow.

In those three exchanges, Abe Matsu didn’t even have the chance to get close, suffering continuous hits.

A minute later.

"You bitches, you just wait; vengeance will find you!" Abe Matsu roared, his voice thundering.

His chance to escape was gone.

Even if he risked everything fleeing, there was no way to survive.

Under the twelve women’s assault, his injuries worsened. It was clear they could’ve killed him sooner, but they chose instead to slowly cripple him.

By now, Abe Matsu had lost a leg, and the other leg was trembling, barely able to maintain his balance, his body teetering.

"Crack!"

With the crisp sound of another bone breaking, Abe Matsu’s remaining leg fractured again.

"Bitch, wretched wench..."

Abe Matsu cursed incessantly.

The twelve women did not respond. Instead, they formed a circle around Abe Matsu, who could no longer counterattack effectively.

Inside the circle, Abe Matsu was kicked back and forth like a basketball, his screams of agony echoing endlessly.

Screams resembling a pig being slaughtered echoed far and wide.