He likes to play with people and enjoy the process. As long as he feels happy and interesting, then everything is fine. If gambling destroys fairness, it will become boring, which is not good.
"Too cruel, too brutal. One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred cuts. How could a person be cut so many times and so much flesh and blood be removed? It's impossible. If you really do that, you will definitely die."
"This clown is so vicious and cruel."
Ye Zhiqiu and the others looked at the clown with a serious and unfriendly look. This was completely using human lives for fun.
What is Lingchi? It has been one of the most cruel punishments in all dynasties in ancient times.
Lingchi is also called Lingchi, which is what people call "cutting with a thousand knives". Lingchi first appeared in the Five Dynasties and was officially named in the Liao Dynasty. After that, it was stipulated as a legal punishment in the Jin, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. It is the most cruel form of death penalty. A total of 3357 cuts are required, and the criminal must be stabbed to death on the last cut, that is, the 3357th cut, for Lingchi to be successful.
This is still more than 3,000 cuts. The clown said it was even more terrifying. Not only did he need to shave off pieces of flesh from his body himself, but he also needed to use 129,600 cuts. Compared with ordinary lingchi, it was more brutal and terrifying.
"Come on, is there any warrior among you?"
The clown shouted to the monster army, "As long as you choose to participate in the bet, or even survive, I will give you freedom, and let you leave your current ranks of miscellaneous soldiers and become a true Eternal Night Saint. However, the prerequisite is that you must survive and win this bet for me."
Even if all the races in the monster army were in a killing and destruction desire, they could still understand his words. This was the clown's ability.
boom!!
The temptation of becoming the Eternal Night Saint Clan was simply irresistible to the monster army. Without even a second thought, they quickly stepped forward, and all the warriors in the entire monster army moved forward. Obviously, the temptation of becoming the Eternal Night Saint Clan was worth risking their lives.
The real Eternal Night Saints are no longer soldiers on the battlefield, without emotions, only knowing how to kill and destroy. Instead, they have gained qualifications, awakened their bloodlines, and become stronger. This is the most basic instinct of any living being.
And now, this opportunity appeared before them. These monster armies naturally flocked to it, and no one wanted to miss it, even if it meant death.
"Since you are all willing, then let me pick one at random. It's you."
The Joker was very satisfied with the performance of the monster army.
He pointed at the army and saw a burly yellow-turbaned warrior flying into the air and landing on the battlefield. At the same time, a strange divine light fell on him and kept drilling into his body. As the divine light merged into his body, he could see that the indifference, killing, destruction, and annihilation in his eyes began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Little by little, I regained my normal thinking.
"Greetings, Master Clown."
After regaining consciousness, the Yellow Turban warrior bowed and greeted the clown.
Obviously, all his emotions have been restored, but he still does not consider himself a member of the human race. In other words, he does not consider himself a human being on the Eternal Continent, but another race.
"Very good, you will participate in this competition. If you win, you will be a member of the Eternal Night Saint Clan. If you lose, you will die." The clown said with a smile, and then looked at Yi Tianxing and asked, "How about it, have you chosen a candidate?"
As soon as these words were spoken, countless soldiers on the city wall trembled in their hearts.
Lingchi was 129,600 cuts. This was a nightmare experience that no one could ignore. Even on the city wall, all the soldiers had prepared themselves mentally before coming, ready to die on the battlefield. But Lingchi, no matter who it was, would have a trace of hesitation in their hearts. This was everyone's instinct from life.
However, a large number of soldiers immediately said loudly: "Your Majesty, I am willing to go to the gambling battle."
After the hesitation, there was a sense of determination.
How could their Dayi soldiers be outmatched by the army of monsters outside
This is absolutely not allowed.
"let me."
At this time, Jiu Ming stepped forward, bowed, and challenged, "I am willing to participate in the gambling fight. It's just a slow death. I am not afraid of death, so what's the big deal about slow death? Moreover, I have a way to save my life, so I have a greater chance of survival. I will win this gambling fight for the king. I am Dayi, and I cannot lose."
Jiu Ming's face showed a firm expression, and his eyes flickered with determination.
He didn't get the name Jiu Ming for nothing. Although he couldn't say his combat power was top-notch, when it came to his means of saving his life, he felt that not many people could compare to him.
"Are you sure this is Ling Chi? Besides, it's just a fight. We don't necessarily have to win."
Yi Tianxing looked at Jiu Ming and felt a little moved.
This kind of fighting method is too cruel. To be honest, it is okay to fight against the enemy, but if it is against one's own people, even if it is him, he will not bear it. These soldiers are not commodities, and using their lives as a bet is too cruel.
Before the fight, he had not thought that the clown would come up with such an approach.
"Please allow me, Your Majesty. I am willing to go."
Jiu Ming still knelt on one knee, looking at Yi Tianxing with a firm gaze.
It was Dayi who allowed them to survive. Until now, they always have a kind of admiration, gratitude and fanaticism towards Yi Tianxing in their hearts.
"Okay, this is a second-level Yin-Yang Pill. It contains the power of Yin-Yang creation. If you feel you can't hold on any longer, take it immediately. Even if you lose the fight, you must save your life. As long as you are alive, everything is possible. Life is more important than winning or losing."
Yi Tianxing took a deep breath, nodded, and took out a red-blue Yin-Yang Pill. On it, two clear patterns could be seen. This was a second-level Yin-Yang Pill. As long as the person was not dead, he could save his life, and even make bones grow flesh and bring him back to life. It was a precious medicine to save his life. It was more powerful than a first-level Yin-Yang Pill.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Jiu Ming took the pill respectfully.
On the city wall, many soldiers witnessed the scene, and their eyes fell on Jiu Ming. It was a look of admiration, hope, and the look of a warrior.
... ... ... ... ... ... ..
Sunset outside the city, on the battlefield.
Jiu Ming was already standing on the ground. On the opposite side, there was the Yellow Turban Warrior.
The two men stared straight at each other, revealing a strong desire to fight and a look of madness.
"Very good. In that case, let's begin. This time, we'll compete in Ling Chi. Whoever shaves off more flesh and blood and uses more cuts will win. Whoever dies first will lose. Whoever completes these 129,600 cuts faster will be the winner."
The clown sat on the wooden horse, laughing and showing great interest.
"let's start."
The clown waved his hand, and a pink light fell on Jiu Ming and the yellow-turbaned warrior. He then said with a smile: "To add a little fun, this divine light will make your senses even more acute, tens or hundreds of times more sensitive than usual. What used to be a bite from an ant can now be compared to the pain of childbirth. Come on, scream as much as you want, and please me as much as you want."
There was a strong look of anticipation in his eyes.
"ha!!"
Upon hearing this, the Yellow Turban warrior took out a small knife that looked like a scalpel and let out a loud shout. Then, his clothes were instantly torn into pieces by the powerful force, turning into countless pieces that flew around outside his body. His entire body was suddenly naked.
At first glance, the sturdy body gives a strong visual impact.
"What a thing, it explodes when it disagrees with you."
Lu Zhishen snorted coldly and said with disdain. Exploding clothes? Who can't do that
"snort!!"
Jiu Ming saw this and snorted coldly, with a hint of determination in his eyes. However, he did not follow the other party and rip his clothes off. It was not that he could not do it, but that he was too disdainful to do so. He stretched out his hand and naturally took off all his clothes. This process formed a sharp contrast with the actions of the Yellow Turban Warrior.
It's like one is a civilized person and the other is a barbarian.
They are two completely different styles.
"Can you beat me in ruthlessness?"
The Yellow Turban warrior showed a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth and swung the knife in his hand below his body.
Snap!!
When the knife was cut, blood burst out. All I could see was blood spurting out from his crotch. The knife actually fell on his brother, cutting off his head.
Hiss!!
This knife made countless soldiers on the city wall gasp for air and feel a chill. They subconsciously brought their legs together and felt a chill in their bones.
It’s cruel. This is really cruel.
Gulu!!
Ye Zhiqiu swallowed his saliva on the spot and muttered to himself: "Hen is so cruel. He actually attacked his own brother with the first knife. It's not a question of whether he is cruel or not, but this guy is already a pervert."
"How cruel! He has clearly regained his sanity, has wisdom and emotions, yet he still dares to attack my vital points under such circumstances. How cruel indeed. However, is it really okay to cut off my brother just because of a disagreement?"
Cheng Yaojin also opened his mouth wide, looking shocked.
This was a truly shocking blow. Especially for men, it was extremely lethal.
"ah!!"
However, after this blow, the Yellow Turban strongman let out a shrill scream on the spot.
Cutting my brother, how painful it would be, it is definitely fatal to a man, not to mention that this kind of pain, at this moment, is completely magnified hundreds of times, and the impact it brings to the mind and soul is simply unimaginable, it can be said to be painful. This is definitely something that the Yellow Turban Warrior did not expect before swinging his knife.
The horrible pain turned into an unimaginable impact, impacting the mind and soul.
With an unimaginable sharp scream, the Yellow Turban Warrior's eyes widened, his whole body trembled, and then his eyes turned white, and he fell to the ground, fainting from the pain on the spot.