As he spoke, Nun VII continued to exert force with his hands in an orderly manner.

In Perfit's forearm, the frightening crackling and tearing sound continued to sound.

It gave Thales a chill in his heart.

The young archduke struggled wildly, unable to reach the enemy's left hand and slapped the ground desperately.

But under King Nunn's experienced and ruthless twisting posture, all Perfitt's struggles seemed in vain, and the strength in his young body was completely unable to be exerted.

He could only twist the other parts he could still move wildly.

Like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

The next second.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound came from Perfit's arm!

Perfit's head, which was pressed to the ground, was raised as high as it could go. His face was twisted into a ball, and tears were flowing out uncontrollably. His mouth expanded painfully to the limit, and an unprecedented crazy cry came out from inside:

"Ahhhhhhh! No! No! No! Ahhhh!"

His right forearm, starting from the elbow joint, has been bent in reverse!

Under the severe pain, Perfit resisted the strength of King Nun while trembling, and even lifted his chest an inch off the ground!

But Perfit's nightmare was not over yet.

King Nun's right hand that was pressing on the opponent's upper right arm suddenly raised, and suddenly he made a fist with his right hand and hit Perfitt hard on the back of the head!

"Boom!"

Perfit's head was hit to the ground again by this punch.

His forehead hit the floor tiles hard, making a dull sound.

But King Nun kept moving. He let go of Perfit's disabled right arm, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the opponent's left arm!

Then he used the same posture, but switched the left and right sides, clasping the forearm with his right hand, and pressing the upper arm with his left hand, locking Perfit's remaining left arm.

King Nuen took a deep breath and continued to exert force.

Perfit recovered from his brief dizziness.

Panic struck him instantly.

Feeling the severe pain and numbness that continued to come from his right arm, and the feeling that his only intact left arm was tightly locked, the young archduke realized something, and he turned his head in despair.

"Why?" Tears of pain fell from Perfit's face, and he asked his opponent unwillingly.

King Nun stared into his eyes and sneered with satisfaction.

"On the battlefield, wounds that penetrate the chest are very fatal. Most of the injured can only leave their lives to luck." The king stared at his enemy like a hawk, like staring at a rabbit: "Thorax penetration, especially so.

"

King Nun's arms continued to exert force, and his words kept coming, exuding a chilling coldness:

"Your lungs become a broken bellows, and breathing becomes harder than raising your hands... Every time you take a deep breath, you can even feel the hissing sound of air entering and exiting the lungs from the wound. You will start to cough, and then it will get worse and worse.

The coughing becomes more urgent, the coughing becomes heavier, the coughing becomes more painful, the breathing becomes smaller and smaller, the pain becomes more and more difficult, and it becomes more and more difficult.”

"Blood will slowly soak into your lungs, and then continue to emerge from your throat, mouth, and nose with breathing and coughing... In severe pain and chest tightness, you will feel that your chest is extremely heavy, and then slowly numb,

Strength and consciousness will leave you."

"If it is accompanied by broken ribs, congratulations, the tiny bone fragments will become the most terrifying torture hands... go deep into your muscles, rub your tissues, puncture your blood vessels, and torture you in pain and soreness.

spirit and body, until you surrender to death and reach out to the ferryman of the river of hell.”

"Even if you block the wound in time and stop the external bleeding, it will not help... Your blood will first become more and more coughed, and then less and less until you die... If you are lucky, it will be over within a few minutes, but if you are not lucky,

Well, I even have to wail until midnight, accompanied by terrible high fever and cold sweat, and leave in pain in hallucinations."

"I have seen too many such tragedies on the battlefield."

Perfit's eyes widened, and painful cold sweat continued to ooze from his forehead.

The king smiled and changed his subject:

"but……"

King Nun put his head close to Perfit's ear and said ferociously:

"You know, the human chest has a range...not the entire chest is where the ribcage is..."

"If the place where it was penetrated did not hurt your chest and avoided the fatal artery, for example, it was only penetrated in the muscle between the right shoulder and the right chest, forward and backward... it would perfectly brush the chest and bones

…”

"Use the power of termination to expand the muscles of the wound and stop the bleeding..."

"How...is it possible..." Perfit gritted his teeth, with blue veins popping out on his face, and stared desperately at King Nun behind him.

"I told you, little brat," the power of termination surged into King Nun's arms, and he laughed with satisfaction: "On the battlefield, you'd better believe in 'impossible'."

Finally, a chilling crisp sound, accompanied by Perfit's scream, reached everyone's ears again.

"Click!"

Perfit was writhing on the ground crazily, howling miserably to express his pain and despair at the moment.

His only arm was also bent by King Nun.

The young Grand Duke has lost both hands.

After a few seconds, Perfit's struggles and roars began to decrease, and his whole body continued to twitch and let out sad moans.

Several Grand Dukes looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

"What does this mean?" Grand Duke Trudida tried his best to adjust his breathing.

The person who answered him was actually Grand Duke Ronnie, who had not spoken for a long time. He only heard the latter say coldly: "It means the end."

Thales watched blankly as the king completed his counterattack in an instant.

Quick, violent, effective, and a once and for all counterattack.

He didn't even have time to see how the king's reversal began.

"His Majesty was lying on the ground, and then he was pierced by the tip of the axe," Nicolai behind him sighed: "Both we and Perfitt only knew that His Majesty was pierced through the chest, but they couldn't see clearly what penetrated the back.

The position...it’s impossible to tell whether it was a fatal injury.”

"And that's exactly what the king planned."

Calculated?

Thales stared intently at King Nunn's chest, especially the area on the right that was soaked in blood.

King Nun gasped, shook off the enemy's disabled arm, and stood up.

At that moment, Thales felt that this powerful figure was extremely tall.

King Nun looked around at the people in the hall.

What greeted him were eyes and breathing that varied from excitement, surprise to confusion, etc.

"liquor!"

King Nun suddenly roared loudly: "Rye strong drink!"

Taylor was stunned for a moment.

"The most intense kind!"

There were responsible servants and guards who looked hesitantly at the chief priest of the Haoyue Temple and several grand dukes.

But the chief priest of Home remained unmoved, while the several grand dukes just stared at the king with blank expressions.

Perfit on the ground stopped moaning. He raised his head and looked at his opponent with despair and numbness on his face.

"Okay!" King Nun shouted impatiently: "I won't suffocate him with a wine glass!"

"Damn it, bring me the wine quickly!"

"In the name of the king!"

The king's officer, Lord Michael, sighed and waved his hand, satisfying the king's privilege.

A full barrel of rye was quickly carried to the field.

King Nun grabbed the iron wine glass that was delivered, opened the lid of the wooden barrel, scooped up a glass of wine, raised his head and put it into his mouth.

Drink seeped from the corners of his mouth and flowed through the king's short beard from chin to neck.

The old king drained the strong wine in the glass in one gulp, wiped his chin happily, and scooped up another glass of wine.

This time, King Nun suddenly tore off the clothes on his right shoulder, revealing old but still strong muscles.

There, the wounds that had just been pierced by the tip of the ax were glaringly visible, one on the chest and one on the back, but they were all deviated from the center of the chest, even close to the shoulder.

The wounds have been filled up under the squeeze of muscles.
To be continued...