"Ba ha ha ha! I knew it! You are a stubborn little turd, aren't you? Good. Good. I was actually hoping that you will say this. Beating you up, torturing you and killing you is more fun!"
"Ba ha ha! Don't you dare think I will give you an easy death! By the time I am done with you, you will be begging to become my slave."
"Here, take some more health potion. Don't die on me." He shoved something into Liam's mouth and then started laughing and beating him up some more.
"So many days of anger! Finally, I can vent out! Ba ha ha ha!"
Thrashed around like a ball on the arena stage, Liam laid on the ground bleeding. He could barely see or feel anything anymore. His whole body was in pain. Everything was a blur.
He was being utterly destroyed. He coughed up blood and tried to think, but all that came up was pain. The only other thing he felt was… the roaring sounds of the numerous dragons within the soul sword.
The souls called out to him from within the sword. They roared and rattled the sword, trying to reach him, but it was of no use.
There were seals holding them down. They couldn't break free or lend anymore of their strength, but it was still the last bit of hope Liam was clinging to.
Compared to all the times before, he could sense them very vividly now, so maybe… just maybe… he could break free one of them?
And just as Liam thought about this, another attack landed smack dab in the middle of the body, shattering his spine completely.
His eyes widened in shock. He knew what the tower master was doing. He was trying to cripple him!
No. No. No. I cannot lose again. I cannot face the same fate again.
He tried desperately to break the shackles of the dragon souls. He used whatever conscience he had left and tried everything that he could.
However, it was no use.
Ba ha ha ha! Another attack landed on him, right at the center of his body, shaking the root of his spirit and soul, his mana core trembling.
Guhak!
Liam spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood. He could see Luna lying down lifelessly, looking at him in pain. These were the same eyes his sister also had when she died in his last life.
He did not want to see this type of eyes again.
BREAK! NOW! He shouted, and the sword rattled. Once again, it yielded nothing. Liam was on the verge of going crazy. Nothing! Nothing was working, and nothing was enough.
However, in this madness, suddenly he felt something strange... something else happened.
Liam froze for a second as he slowly looked up at the big guy sneering at him in disdain and preparing another blow for him.
And when he did… he saw it…
Liam saw the soul lingering in the body. He could clearly sense the old man and his soul's strength. He could feel the wrinkly old eyes staring down at him and savoring his misery.
Liam suddenly felt it. He knew it in his guts.
The black dragons… he might have failed to break their shackles, but this soul… he can do it. He can break it. This soul in front of him was very weak right now.
This was probably the price he had paid to torment Liam, and right now, he was going to use the same thing to take him down!
Yes! He was not done yet!