infodatos Chapter 271 Capture Him
Chapter 271 Capture Him
Chapter 275 Capture Him
at the same time.
On the other side of the arena, the referee of the Endurance King Challenge also shouted loudly, attracting the attention of Richard and Lucy.
The referee was also a frostbite veteran, with an old scar on his left cheek that ran diagonally from his brow bone to his jaw.
"First group! Ten contestants! Get your ass up here!"
He let out a loud shout, which startled even the contestant on the big eater's side who was chewing on lamb testicles, causing his hand to tremble.
Ten contestants filed out of the waiting area.
The youngest was just over twenty, thin, and with a childlike nervousness on his face.
The last person in the procession was a burly leatherworker. His special skill section on the application form read, "Tough-skinned and thick-waisted, used to being beaten by his wife, come and try out the professional whip."
Ten people stood in a row in the center of the field.
In front of them were ten specially made wooden frames, waist-high, with a smooth, polished wooden bar at the top.
The referee walked slowly past the line with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over each group as if inspecting a group of prisoners about to be executed.
He stopped in front of the youngest contestant, looked him up and down, and let out a sneer.
The young man swallowed hard; his legs were already trembling.
"The rules of the competition!" the referee announced loudly, turning to face the audience. "Each person will receive nine lashes! Nine lashes each! Nine lashes of rattan whip, nine lashes of leather whip..."
Three lashes with the thin whip on each side!
"After each lash, you must shout loudly that it feels good or you should continue, and the sound must be loud enough for me to hear it, and for the entire audience to hear it!"
"Those who can't shout out their names are eliminated! A warning for shouting too softly, and immediate elimination for shouting too softly! Those who can stand up and walk back to the rest area after receiving nine lashes will advance!"
He paused, then suddenly gave a meaningful smile, a smile that, combined with the scar on his face, was incredibly chilling.
"I'm warning you, if anyone feels they can't hold on, they can give up at any time. Just shout 'I surrender,' and the whip will stop immediately!"
As he spoke, he pointed with his thumb to a chiffon soldier behind him.
"Look closely, this is the esteemed magic master of Chiffon Territory. As long as you have a breath left, he can bring you back to life!"
"However, from the preliminary rounds to the finals, each person only has one opportunity to receive free treatment!"
"In other words, from the end of the preliminary rounds to the next qualifying round, no matter how serious your injuries are, you have to endure them! If you really can't hold on, you can seek treatment, but you will be disqualified from advancing!"
After saying that, he turned to look at the soldiers in charge of the execution.
"Those of you responsible for whipping, don't hold back! Whip as hard as you're supposed to, use every ounce of strength you have! Do you understand?!"
"clear!"
The soldiers roared in unison, and the faces of the ten contestants visibly paled.
The competition was about to begin, and the ten contestants hurriedly climbed onto their respective wooden frames, each with a strange and varied posture.
Some had their legs stretched taut like two wooden stakes, their buttocks sticking out high, as if waiting for a nobleman's reward.
Some buried their faces in the crossbars, their whole bodies slumped on the wooden frame, as if they had lost all their strength.
The audience outside the venue was filled with anticipation, and their voices quieted down considerably.
For the coveted grand prize, a whole bunch of people obediently offer up their butts to get spanked—that's going to be quite a spectacle!
"start!"
The referee waved his hand, and all ten soldiers raised their whips at the same time.
*Snap!*
The moment the whip struck, the entire arena fell silent for a split second, then erupted in a series of agonizing screams!
"Awooo! Mother!"
"Murder!!"
Two contestants couldn't hold back any longer and jumped up from the wooden frame, covering their buttocks with a red and swollen whip mark as they ran outside!
The young man was as nimble as a rabbit, running and shouting that it was too harsh, his voice even tinged with tears.
The second was a middle-aged man who wasn't very agile; his legs were spread wide apart, and he ran like a comical duck.
Upon seeing this scene, the onlookers were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up. Some were squatting on the ground, unable to get up, while others laughed until tears streamed down their faces. How novel!
Being whipped is not unusual; people who make mistakes will receive this punishment.
Usually, they were tied to a wooden frame, and if they were lucky, they would have a short stick in their mouths, looking utterly hopeless. Unlike now, they could actually be whipped into jumping up and then running around like rabbits!
Lucy couldn't hold back either, covering her mouth and laughing so hard she was shaking.
Richard was more restrained this time because his attention wasn't on the field, but rather on Lucy with a smile.
She looks quite different from other people.
The young man was still running.
Someone shouted at the top of their lungs at the young people running all over the field, "Run faster! Faster! The ones behind are catching up!"
Even the Frost Reserve, responsible for maintaining order, couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter after taking a couple of steps.
This isn't about maintaining order; it's about making a fool of oneself.
They still managed to catch up with him. The young man clung to the fence at the entrance of the stadium and refused to let go, kicking his legs on the ground. Two reserve players grabbed his arms and dragged him back.
He wiggled his hips, crying and begging the referee for mercy.
"I give up! I'm not competing anymore!"
The referee walked up to him, looking down at him with a sneer, and said mockingly, "Can't even withstand a single lash? Are you even a man? Go over there and eat some sheep testicles! That's a place for someone like you who hasn't grown any testicles!"
The spectators on the sidelines were talking about it. Some people said that the referee was too sharp-tongued and wondered what he did before he became a referee.
Someone immediately chimed in, saying that he used to be an instructor in the Frost Army, specifically in charge of deserters and cowards.
No wonder!
He immediately started talking about his old profession!
The young man was subjected to a barrage of insults from the referee, his face turning bright red, whether from the insults or from embarrassment was unclear.
He gritted his teeth, shoved the hands of the two reservists, walked back to the wooden frame, lay down, and said defiantly, "Continue."
The referee grunted and gestured with his chin toward the executioner. The soldier nodded and raised his rattan whip again.
Snapped!
This time, the young man didn't run. His body convulsed suddenly, but his hands still gripped the bar tightly. He roared, his face flushed and pale, "That feels so good!!"
Another person who had been whipped into a duck-like gait was also stopped by the reservists after spinning around several times.
He held his lower back and panted for a while before obediently walking back to the wooden frame.
When he first lay down, he was still bargaining with the referee, saying that he was old and recovered slowly, and asked if he could not exert so much force.
The referee, expressionless, beckoned with his finger. The soldier understood and slapped the soldier hard.
Snapped!
Another heart-wrenching scream rang out!
The powerful lash caused blood to seep through the fabric on his buttocks, making him bounce up again, clutching his bottom.
No, no, this won't do anymore.
He waddled toward the apostle of life in the center of the arena, his face contorted in a grimace, cursing and swearing as he said, "Who can stand this?!"
The entire stadium erupted in laughter!
The Life Apostle sent by Qi Feng was already waiting nearby, and stepped forward, raising his hand to unleash a beam of life.
A soft white light enveloped the wound, and the redness and swelling quickly subsided.
The man touched his perfectly intact buttocks, then looked at the others still persevering on the wooden frame, a complex expression on his face, neither one of relief nor shame.