122: Chapter 122 The whip is broken?! Is this even going to work?!

"It... broke already?" Lin Fan looked at the half-section of the whip still smoking on the ground, his face full of disappointment.

That expression was just like someone who had just gone to a foot massage parlor and booked the most expensive masseuse, only for them to say they were clocking off after just two rubs. It was so frustrating!

"Senior, the quality of your equipment isn't up to par."

"Did you buy this on Pinduoduo for nine-point-nine with free shipping?"

"How about swapping to something else? That branding iron over there looks pretty good; it's bright red and looks quite festive."

Lin Fan pointed to the triangular branding iron burning red hot on the stone pillar nearby, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. A complex rune was carved onto the branding iron, and the air around it was distorted by the intense heat.

The ghost fire in the skeleton's eye sockets trembled violently. It felt as though its dignity had been greatly insulted. That was the Soul-Devouring Whip! It was a magical artifact it had refined only after killing a Level 5 Monster, the "Phantom Magic Snake," back in the day! And it actually snapped?

And this kid... It scrutinized Lin Fan carefully. Aside from a few red marks on his skin, not even a layer of skin was broken! What kind of flesh was this? Harder than Black Gold Rock?

"Kid, don't get too arrogant!" The skeleton laughed out of extreme anger, its withered hand bones grasping the air. The red-hot branding iron instantly flew into its hand.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle... The high temperature caused the surrounding air to hiss and crackle.

Xia Wanqiu gasped in fright and covered her mouth. "Brother Fan! That one won't do!"

"The temperature is too high; you'll get cooked!" She was a healer-type ability user and was most sensitive to vital signs. The temperature of that branding iron was at least one thousand degrees! If it touched his body directly, his flesh would be charred!

Murong Yan also furrowed her brows, subconsciously wanting to rush up and help. "Lin Fan, don't play around until you get hurt!"

"This is a soul brand; it will directly damage your spirit!"

However, Lin Fan looked completely dismissive. He puffed out his chest and pointed to his left chest.

"Come on!"

"Brand here!"

"My heart has been a bit cold lately, so I need Senior to warm it up for me."

The skeleton was so angry its bone frame was rattling. Warm your heart? I'll warm you into ashes!

"Since you want to die, this Seat will grant your wish!"

"Blazing Sun Soul Seal!"

The skeleton roared, and the branding iron in its hand, carrying an unstoppable momentum, pressed fiercely onto Lin Fan's chest.

Sizzle—!!! A thick cloud of white smoke rose up, accompanied by the teeth-gritting sound of roasting meat.

Xia Wanqiu closed her eyes in fear, not daring to look at the cruel scene. Murong Yan gripped the hilt of her blade, ready to hack at the skeleton at any moment.

However, the expected scream did not appear. Instead...

"Hiss..."

"Comfortable..."

Lin Fan exhaled a long breath, a look of contentment appearing on his face, as if he had just soaked in a hot spring in the middle of winter.

[Received high-temperature burning! Fire Resistance +500!]

[Detected soul attack! Mental Resistance +300!]

[Defense +800!]

[Indestructible Divine Body activated! Damaged cells repairing at high speed!]

The one-thousand-degree branding iron pressed against Lin Fan's body. It was indeed hot. But under the dual effects of "Pain Conversion" and "Fire Resistance," this pain was weakened countless times and instead transformed into a tingling, numbing heat flow that burrowed into his limbs and bones. It was like getting a deep-tissue hot stone massage. It felt absolutely refreshing!

"Hmm?" The skeleton felt that the sensation was wrong. It pressed down harder.

This texture... why was it so slippery? It was like pressing against a piece of greased high-grade rubber; it couldn't burn in at all!

It pulled the branding iron away to take a look. On Lin Fan's chest, apart from being slightly red, there wasn't even a blister! Instead, it was the branding iron. Because it had been in contact with Lin Fan's perverted body for so long, it had actually... bent! The triangular tip had been forced to bend by Lin Fan's pectoral muscles!

"..." The skeleton was completely dumbfounded. It held up the bent branding iron, looked at Lin Fan, then looked at the iron. Its ghost fire dimmed a few shades. Is this even human? This was a magical artifact capable of branding the soul directly! And it was actually bent by this kid's pectoral muscles?

"Senior, your heat control is lacking." Lin Fan looked down at his chest and pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

"You didn't even leave a mark."

"Is it really that hard for me to get a tattoo?"

"How about you turn up the heat? Or use something sharper?"

"These round-tipped ones are boring."

The skeleton's hand was trembling. It was a remnant soul. It had no blood pressure. But if it did, its blood pressure would definitely have gone off the charts by now. Humiliation! What an utter humiliation! It, the Indestructible Demon Lord, had dominated a lifetime; when had it ever suffered such indignity?

"Good!"

"Very good!"

"It seems skin-deep suffering is already ineffective against you." The skeleton threw away the ruined branding iron in its hand, its voice becoming icy and piercing.

"Then this Seat will let you taste what it means to wish you were dead!"

"Third stage! Finger crushing!"

Rumble! The mechanism on the third stone pillar flew over. It was a finger clamp made of an unknown metal. It was covered in dense, sharp barbs and was engraved with extremely vicious curse runes.

"This is the Ten-Finger Heart-Link Lock!"

"As long as it clamps onto your fingers, it will continuously contract until it grinds your finger bones into powder!"

"Furthermore, the curse on it will make you feel the pain of your fingers being sawed off inch by inch!"

"This kind of pain will be fed back directly into the depths of your soul, impossible to block, impossible to mitigate!"

The skeleton let out a weird, cackling laugh.

"Kid, this is your last chance."

"Kneel down and beg for mercy, and this Seat can give you a quick end."

"Otherwise, you will regret coming into this world!"

Lin Fan looked at the finger clamp, but his eyes lit up even more. Impossible to block? Impossible to mitigate? Directly affecting the soul? Isn't this a divine artifact for farming Mental Resistance?! His physical Defense was already invincible; what he lacked most was Defense on the mental level. This was simply someone offering a pillow just as he wanted to sleep!

"Senior, you are too polite!"

"Why didn't you bring out such a good thing earlier?" Without a word, Lin Fan stretched all ten fingers forward.

"Come, come, come!"

"The full set!"

"Set it up for me!"

"I want to clamp all ten at once!"

Skeleton: ??? Xia Wanqiu: ??? Murong Yan: ???

Crazy. This person is absolutely crazy. Who would voluntarily shove their fingers into this kind of torture device? And wants to clamp all ten at once?

"You... are you serious?" The skeleton was feeling a bit unsure of itself. It even suspected that the mechanism was broken, or that this kid had some special fetish.

"Less nonsense!"

"Hurry up!" Lin Fan urged impatiently.

"I'm in a hurry, can you make it quick?"

The skeleton laughed in anger. "Granting your wish!"

Click! The Ten-Finger Heart-Link Lock snapped shut instantly. All the barbs pierced into Lin Fan's fingertips simultaneously. A huge pressure struck.

"Ugh..." Lin Fan let out a muffled groan, his brows knitting tightly together. Pain! This time it was truly painful! That piercing pain shot straight up his nerves to his crown, as if a saw was sawing back and forth in his brain. This was the power of a soul attack!

Seeing Lin Fan finally reveal an expression of pain, the skeleton's ghost fire trembled with excitement.

"Hahahaha!"

"Does it hurt?"

"Scream!"

"Scream for this Seat!"

"Beg for mercy!" It was too eager to see this arrogant kid crying and wailing.

However, the next second, Lin Fan's tightly knitted brows suddenly relaxed. The corners of his mouth tilted up slightly, curling into an extremely perverted arc. His body was trembling. Not because of fear. But because... of extreme excitement!

[Received powerful curse attack! Mental Resistance +1000!]

[Detected finger bone damage! Bone Density +500!]

[Defense +2000!]

[Mental Power cap +100!]

So good! Too good! This tangy, refreshing feeling was even more intense than eating ten pounds of wasabi! Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the skeleton. In those eyes, there was not a trace of pain. Only endless greed and desire.

"Senior..."

"This strength..."

"It's freaking delicious!"

"Can you make it tighter?"

"I feel like my fingers can get even thinner!"

Snap! A crisp sound. The Ten-Finger Heart-Link Lock, which claimed to be able to crush any finger bones, had a screw pop off under the resistance of Lin Fan's perverted finger bone hardness. Then, with a clatter, it fell apart.

The skeleton looked at the pile of parts on the ground. It completely retreated into itself.