Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert Chapter 905: 899 The Scarred Man's Fear

Chapter 905: Chapter 899 The Scarred Man’s Fear

“Bang!”

In the next mont, the scarred man’s fist heavily crashed onto Mu Qingchuan’s palm, producing a dull sound.

“Not good.”

As his fist hit Mu Qingchuan’s palm, the scarred man’s face imdiately changed color, feeling as if his fist had struck a steel plate, unable to move it in the slightest.

Just as he was about to withdraw his fist and retreat, it was already too late. Mu Qingchuan transford his hand into a palm and slapped the scarred man’s body.

“Bang!”

With a muffled sound, the scarred man imdiately felt an extrely bizarre force surge into his body, causing him to uncontrollably fly backward and crash heavily onto the ground.

Instinctively, the scarred man tried to stand up from the ground, but as soon as he attempted to prop himself up with his hands, he felt his arms soften and fell back to the ground, unable to rise again.

He looked at Mu Qingchuan with eyes full of fear, uttering in a panicked tone, “Mu Family’s ultimate technique, Bone lting Palm.”

Bone lting Palm, one of the ultimate techniques of the Mu Family, as the na suggests, those hit by it will have their bones turn to blood water within a short ti, dying in agony. How could he not have thought that Mu Qingchuan, aside from hidden weapons, had also mastered the Bone lting Palm?

“You are quite honored to be the first person to witness use the Bone lting Palm. Rest assured, you won’t die for now, because I don’t want you to.”

Mu Qingchuan sneered at the scarred man, then turned his gaze to the few black-clad n who had stopped in their tracks. His figure charged forward, and amidst several muffled sounds, the remaining black-clad n were rcilessly slain on the spot by Mu Qingchuan without even a chance to scream.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Mu Qingchuan’s expression showed no change. For him, killing wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence, but as the heir to the Mu Family, if he lacked even this much resolve, he would be unqualified to beco the Family Head.

“Young Master Mu, indeed worthy of the title, your power is overwhelming. This girl truly admires you.”

Watching Mu Qingchuan rcilessly slaughter the rest, Mandala clapped her hands and led Lin Yafei towards the scarred man.

“Click!” “Click!”

The sound of footsteps echoed far into the silent night, becoming unusually piercing. The scarred man’s body trembled lightly, his face revealing a trace of indescribable fear; death is not frightening, what is frightening is living worse than death.

Seeing Mandala’s thods, the scarred man’s mind imdiately recalled a person, soone who had once made countless people quake in their boots, the poison master of the Netherworld rcenary Corps, a truly terrifying enemy.

The poison master of the Netherworld rcenary Corps used poison like a deity, ruthless to an extre against enemies, tornting them until they were left without a burial place. Once targeted by the poison master, no one escapes alive.

In the Underworld, there is always a legend, when facing the poison master of the Netherworld rcenary Corps, it’s best to kill yourself as quickly as possible, else the poison master will make you wish you were dead.

The Netherworld rcenary Corps always acts wearing masks, no one has ever seen the poison master’s true appearance, but looking at Mandala, the scarred man believed the seemingly pure and innocent girl before him was indeed the poison master of the Netherworld rcenary Corps, feared by the entire Western World.

At last, Mandala walked up to the scarred man, raised her foot without hesitation, and kicked towards his chest.

“Bang!”

The scarred man was kicked more than a ter away, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Who exactly are you, are you the poison master of the Netherworld rcenary Corps?”

The scarred man groaned, spat a mouthful of blood, and raised his head to look viciously at Mandala, eyes flashing with savage hatred, as if wishing to tear Mandala to pieces on the spot.

But the fact was he was now struck by Mu Qingchuan’s Bone lting Palm, his bones already soft beyond belief, not to ntion standing up, he couldn’t even bite the poison hidden in his teeth.

“Since you know who I am, you should know what my thods are, and don’t look at with those eyes, or I might accidentally ruin your eyes.”

Mandala walked over to the scarred man’s side: “From now on, whatever I ask, you answer. You can choose to remain silent, but I can show you what living worse than death ans, what seeking life but finding death truly is.”

By the last sentence, Mandala’s voice had turned completely cold.

“Do you think I’ll tell you?” The scarred man mocked, looking at Mandala.

“You will tell .”

Mandala smiled with a devilish grin, flipped her palm, and a small porcelain bottle appeared in her hand: “Do you know what this is called? It’s called Seven Flowers and Seven Insects Powder. Rest assured, it won’t be fatal, it will just make you feel itchy all over. If you don’t scratch, it will start itching externally, gradually moving to your bones, and at that point, you’ll feel like countless ants gnawing on your bones. If by then you can move, you’ll use knives to cut away your flesh to scratch the bones inside, and yet you won’t feel pain…”

Listening to Mandala’s words, the scarred man trembled, fear dawned on his face; what is most terrifying is not death, but living worse than death, that itch that penetrates to the bones you cannot scratch, can drive a person insane. He had used this thod on others before, back then the person had scratched himself until he was covered in raw flesh and exposed bones.

“If you have the ability, kill . Torturing doesn’t make you a hero,” the scarred man said, forcing down the fear in his heart.

“Hero? Sorry, I’m a girl, not a hero.”

Mandala tilted her head looking at the scarred man, then thought and handed the small porcelain bottle to Mu Qingchuan: “Young Master Mu, pour so of it onto him.”

“?” Mu Qingchuan froze.

“Of course, unless you plan on , a girl, to do it? He’s a Heavenly Level Martial Artist, a dying cal is still bigger than a horse. Who knows if your Bone lting Palm works, I don’t want to be suddenly killed by him,” Mandala said matter-of-factly.

Mu Qingchuan glanced at Mandala, said nothing more, walked over to the scarred man’s side, opened the small porcelain bottle and poured so Seven Flowers and Seven Insects Powder onto the scarred man.

“No, don’t… It itches, so itchy, kill , kill !”

The scarred man let out a cry of fear, but before he could finish the sentence, his face contorted to the extre. An itch beyond compare surged in his heart, but he was utterly incapable of scratching it, relying only on his dwindling strength to continually writhe on the ground, seeking to alleviate this stimulus through friction.