632 Sensational Saber Truth (2/2)
Everyone present thought of only one thing – that the poor fellow was destined not to make it. He would surely die; the loss of blood alone would kill him!
The person's cry was still energetic without any sign of tiredness. ”Ow, it hurts so much!”
Upon careful inspection, Fang Mofei realized that the person had stopped his own bleeding. He was an ace cultivator after all; mere surface wounds would heal much faster than ordinary people. However, the peppering of cuts was alarming. Counting them closely, the unlucky fellow had a total of two hundred and thirty-five light cuts from his scalp to his face to his chest, shoulder… until his calves!
No, there were seven more gashes under his feet. They were all fresh wounds, not dated injuries. It amounted to two hundred and forty-two cuts! This was excluding the thirty slits on his leather boots that did not manage to go through the shoes; otherwise, the number could have gone up higher.
Fang Mofei swallowed involuntarily.
These men were not tortured, were they?
How could this happen?
The legendary death by a thousand cuts would probably have looked like this!
Such slashes had its advantage as well, saving them the need to bandage these killers. The shallow incisions would completely heal in two or three days as the ace cultivators rested. More importantly, their state could not be bandaged! There was no way to do that.
The one who had the least wounds had approximately eighty gashes on him. How should one bandage him? Even if the entire person was wrapped like a dumpling, there would be cuts that would be missed out. Instead, they would forget the bandaging, since they would not die anyway.
”Young master's saber technique… it's truly…” Fang Mofei exclaimed, ”Wow…”
”Judging by the cuts on these people, young master must have at least dealt over two thousand strikes… According to my calculations, for this short battle today, didn't young master…”
Lao Mei sucked in a breath, stunned by the number that came to mind.
”The safest estimation would still put it at more than thirty thousand strikes!”
Fang Mofei gave a rather inaccurate estimation before he, too, was shocked by the figures.
In such a short amount of time, facing enemies who were times stronger than him, Yun Yang had struck at least thirty thousand strikes almost without stopping… Fang Mofei was clear that it was indeed the most reserved estimation to have dealt thirty thousand strikes under the circumstances.
”No wonder!” Fang Mofei exclaimed in breathless wonder.
”What?” Lao Mei was confused.
”Don't you see?” Fang Mofei was quite dazed. ”Our young master has pulled his muscle. His wrist, arm, and shoulders are all swollen… His wrist is much larger than his thigh!”
Lao Mei was speechless.
Fang Mofei glanced at Lao Mei listlessly and said, ”Hard to imagine? It's fatter than your waist.”
Lao Mei cussed inwardly, 'You… Your father is only a little thinner!'
In the bedroom, Yun Yang lay on the bed silently. He was unconscious, deep asleep. This was the slumber after extreme fatigue but it was not exactly a deep slumber. It was a recovery rest.
Ji Lingxi and Shangguan Lingxiu sat on the bed quietly; both of them on each end of the bed respectively.
Yun Yang was indeed exhausted right now. There was nothing much that was wrong with him nor was he severely injured. Both ladies had inspected him repeatedly before putting down the rock in their heart and waited in silence and peace.
In comparison, Ji Lingxi did more for Yun Yang. She first sorted through Yun Yang's meridians with refined spiritual Qi before making sure of his state. This would allow Yun Yang to recover faster. She then bandaged a few of his wounds. Actually, Yun Yang had mainly focused on prolonging the battle. Naturally, he avoided being injured as much as he could, so his injuries were relatively light. One of the more shallow gashes had already healed itself while the other deeper ones were not a major cause of concern.