Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 314

Chapter 314: Revenge Served on a Plate of Rage
Mani did not retreat.

Every step with the pained intentions of execution.

His eyes released red aura so bloody it looked to the rest of the world as if his eyes were bleeding.

The veins on his skin were visible like the roots of a tree showing above ground.

They were all red, like he had a deadly, incurable disease.

He took his steps neither too fast nor too slow.

Every step he took was a defining one.

It was obvious that he only had this squad leader as his objective.

This man before him that was now panicking and attacking over and over again with his spiritual energy totem.

However, at the end of the day, it was of no use.

It was not that his attacks were useless. It was just that Mani rendered them useless.

No matter the cut or break, this included one time when he outrightly removed Mani’s head with an attack.

It all healed back, mending before the eyes of everyone watching.

The squad leader stepped back. His fear was so overwhelming that his gorrila totem lost its shape, and he fell on his ass.

“No! No!! Please don’t do this. I… I am sorry… I was only joking…. I … I was…”

Mani stopped before him and grabbed him by the neck.

With one hand, he lifted him high into the air.

The man struggled, but for reasons unknown, Mani was at the moment bursting with incredible energy.

Mani suddenly remembered what they had done to his father.

The Vandorain soldiers had broken his legs.

Mani looked at the man’s legs.

With a hand, he grabbed a leg from the thigh, Mani’s fingers sinking inside them like hot knife in a bowl of soft cheese.

“AHHH!!!” The man screamed in the pain that he was suffering.

When Mani’s fingers were deep enough and well anchored into the man’s thigh flesh, he twisted hard.

*CRACK! CRACK!!*

The twist of the man’s bones were loud and audible for all to hear, so were his high pitch screams.

Like a wild animal yanking out hard meat from its prey’s bones, Mani pulled out the man’s thigh, meat, bones and all.

Ripping them out like a hungry wild dog.

Blood leaked like running tap from the wound.

“Please…plee…!!!” The squad leader’s face was ugly with fear and a mixture of mucus and tears.

But Mani pretended not to see it all.

With a swing of his hand, the man’s leg was thrown into the blood pool.

It instantly disolved into the blood pool.

Yet again, a new stamen appeared in the center of the flower.

Mani dug his fingers into the next thigh, and just like the first, he twisted it to first break the bones and joints before yanking them out.

This action of his was not slow nor too fast.

He was like a butcher taking his time to really skin an animal.

Except in this case, it was a person.

Barbara watched from where she was.

Every action of Mani’s made her swallow a bit.

Her face was flushed red, and her fingers were balled in a nervous fist.

Her legs also seemed to have tightened.

Abel was besides her, and he could not help but look at this beast of a woman with frowned brows.

He did not want to believe it, but from all obvious indication, this woman having an arousal.

The squad leader bled ceaselessly from his torn out limbs.

His lower body was a terrible mess.

It was like a wild animal with intense hatred for him had sank unlikeable jaws into his flesh.

But that was not all.

At least for Mani, it was not enough.

The intense hatred in his heart would only calm down a little if he plucked out this man’s life by his own hands.

After the legs, he went for the arms, breaking them before throwing them away.

The intense pain made the squad leader faint.

However, added pain woke him up once more.

They was no dodging the payment for sinning against the village. At least not before Mani’s eyes.

Once more, another tremendous tear and the squad leader’s remaining hand was torn out.

This process was even slower than all the other.

His tears flowed down mixing with the blood that poured ceaselessly from his body.

To make matters worse, because he was a cultivator, his death was not going to be quick.

By reflex, his muscles and body sort a solution to the problem of him losing his limbs.

This meant that his body was drawing on his spiritual energy to repair his body.

At this moment, regret was not a satisfying definition to the feeling he felt right now.

Instead, the squad leader cursed at himself. He cursed at his dead men that couldn’t advice him any better.

He cursed at the commander that had put him on patrol.

He cursed at ever reaching this village. After all, they were others. Any other and this might have not happened.

He also cursed at his proud Vandora country.

He cursed at Victor, the first prince.

At this moment, there was nothing more abundant in his heart than curses for everything and everyone.

Even his own mother that birthed him was not above his cursing.

In fact, he cursed her for birthing him.

However, regret was a disease with no antidote.

This was something that this squad leader leant the hard way.

Today, he felt the brunt pain of revenge served on a plate of rage.

Mani raised the man’s head to his face, and then ensuring that the man knew it was coming, he slowly pierced his hand through his chest.

“Please….please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die. I don’t…” The squad leader begged.

Mani shook his head, “No! Death would be an easier escape for you. I have a better solution.”

Mani closed his eyes as he felt for the location of the squad leader’s dantian.

And then he focused a significant amount of his aura energy to rush and destroy it…