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The voice of the Asura King was not loud, yet it carried an irresistible authority, laced with mockery and disdain. Lian Ma's face instantly turned pale as he felt the gaze of those around him fixate on him, filled with ridicule and contempt. His heart sank into despair; all his dreams and desires shattered in that moment.
He clenched his teeth tightly, fighting back tears that threatened to spill. He knew that here, tears were the most useless of things—they earned no respect and brought no sympathy.
The Asura King continued to gaze at Lian Ma with eyes as deep as an abyss, as if searching for something amusing within him. Lian Ma felt an overwhelming pressure; his body trembled, yet his gaze remained resolute.
"What is your name?" the Asura King suddenly asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Lian Ma," came the reply, low but unwavering.
"Lian Ma? Hmph, a feeble name for a feeble body." The Asura King chuckled lightly, his laughter dripping with scorn. Such a wretch had no right to participate in the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony!
With that, the Asura King turned and left, his figure gradually fading from the crowd's sight. Lian Ma stood rooted to the spot, filled with a burning anger from the humiliation he had just endured.
As soon as the Asura King departed, Lian Ma remained lost in the shame of the moment, unable to react before he sensed a sudden shift in the atmosphere around him. All members of the Asura Clan, including Foreman, closed in on him. Their eyes no longer held mere mockery and disdain; now they gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.
Lian Ma had seen this look many times before during his years—this was the precursor to violence from the Asura Clan. His heart raced with fear as he realized how powerless he appeared before these formidable warriors. He wanted to retreat but found his feet seemingly nailed to the ground, unable to move.
Foreman, with a face full of muscle and a cruel smile curling at his lips, slowly approached Lian Ma. Each step felt like a weight pressing down on Lian Ma's heart.
"Lian Ma, you worthless fool! How dare you draw the attention of the Asura King? You are nothing but a disgrace to our tribe!" Foreman's voice boomed like thunder, thick with menace.
The surrounding members of the Asura Clan echoed his sentiments, their voices brimming with malice and derision. "Yes, Lian Ma! You weakling should be groveling on the ground! How dare you meet the King's gaze? Your ignorance nearly brought ruin upon us all!"
"Lian Ma" shouted loudly, "I... I can participate in the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony! I can become stronger too."
Hmph, who did he think he was? Just a worthless fool, and yet he dared to think about joining the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony? How ridiculous! A voice suddenly shattered his heart.
Listening to those venomous words, anger and humiliation filled his heart. He knew that these members of the Asura Clan were directing their resentment towards him because of the shame brought by the Asura King. They wanted to vent their dissatisfaction and anger by bullying him.
However, "Lian Ma's" gaze remained resolute. He clenched his teeth tightly, forcing himself not to let any tears fall. Here, tears were the most useless thing. He couldn't allow them to see his weakness; he would respond to their mockery and threats with his own strength.
At that moment, "Lian Ma" suddenly felt an inexplicable surge of power rising within him. It was the anger and humiliation that had been suppressed in his heart for so long, now seemingly transforming into an invisible flame that burned fiercely within him. His gaze became even more determined, and his posture straightened.
I, "Lian Ma," am not worthless!
The battle began without warning. Just as "Lian Ma" was still reeling from the humiliation inflicted by the Asura King, the Foreman's attack descended like a torrential storm.
He swung his massive fists with a howling wind aimed at "Lian Ma's" face. Although "Lian Ma" was frail, his instincts honed from surviving in harsh conditions allowed him to unleash an astonishing reaction speed at that moment.
He suddenly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the Foreman's fist that could shatter stone, which whistled past his ear, causing a sharp pain. However, this was just the beginning; members of the Asura Clan around him joined in on this bullying frenzy.
They attacked with fists and feet, each strike merciless as if they wanted to completely erase "Lian Ma," this disgrace, from their tribe.
"Crouching down," "Lian Ma" tried to evade those potentially fatal blows as much as possible, but his movements grew slower and his breathing heavier. Finally, a heavy punch landed hard on "Lian Ma's" back; he felt as if he heard the sound of his spine cracking.
The excruciating pain made him momentarily lose consciousness. Following that, more fists and feet rained down upon him, breaking each of "Lian Ma's" limbs one by one. His internal organs were also damaged in wave after wave of relentless attacks.
As the final punch sent Lian Ma crashing to the ground, he had lost all ability to resist. He could only lie there, watching helplessly as those from the Asura Clan, who had once mocked him, discarded him like trash by the roadside, waiting for death to come.
In his last moments, all that remained in Lian Ma's heart was fury. He wanted to kill everyone; he wanted those who had bullied and humiliated him to pay the price. His eyes flickered with a mad flame, as if he intended to burn the entire realm to ashes.
At that moment, an old Asura Clan member suddenly approached Lian Ma. Dressed in tattered clothes, his face was etched with the marks of time, yet his eyes sparkled with wisdom.
Filled with confusion as he faced death, Lian Ma wondered why a clan member would come to his side. He struggled to see the old man's face but noticed that the surrounding Asura Clan members showed no reaction, as if the old man did not exist at all. Only those who spat at him made it clear that everyone else was oblivious to the elder's presence.
The old man's voice rang in Lian Ma's ears—calm yet powerful. "Do you desire strength?"
With his last ounce of energy, Lian Ma gritted his teeth and replied, "I want it!!"
The old man continued, as if stating the obvious, "Then why do you want strength?"
"Revenge!" Lian Ma gasped out, his eyes burning with madness. "I want to kill! I want to bring endless suffering to this world!"
The old man's voice remained steady. "Are you willing to pay for that strength?"
"I will!" Lian Ma declared fiercely, even grinding his teeth in determination.
A glimmer of satisfaction crossed the old man's eyes as he slowly extended his palm and gently placed it on Lian Ma's forehead.
"Embrace it, my child! Touch the sharp edges of pain personally; deeply experience its chilling essence and fully accept it as part of your life. Understand profoundly the truth behind it! Only pain can be your Grinding Stone, making you resilient and strong! Pain will be your catalyst for transformation, helping you become a Pain Shura!"
"Embrace challenge and conquest; end all obstacles! Hahaha! Let pain be the source of your power and let this realm witness your awakening!"
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