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He used all his strength to hold the bandit tightly, raising the leg with the severed artery and gushing blood, clamping the bandit’s wrist gripping the knife with muscle and bone, ignoring the worsening injury and increased bleeding!

This was not a tactic a normal person could conceive. Even the bandit didn’t expect the kid to be so ruthless, knowing that with such massive arterial bleeding, he would die even if he won.

This guy is simply a madman!

An absolute madman!

”You... let go!”

The bandit was shocked and enraged, struggling desperately, using his other hand to wildly pound the boy’s back and head. But the boy was like a branding iron welded to him, unmoving.

Then, under the bandit’s terrified gaze, the boy quickly opened his mouth, revealing bloody teeth, and bit down hard on his neck!

”Argh!!”

The bandit let out a piercing scream, twisting and hitting frantically, trying to break free.

Meanwhile, the boy’s thigh emitted a tooth-gritting sound of cracking bones under the bandit’s violent struggles, and the wound grew larger.

But the boy didn’t care at all, his eyes were like fire, gathering more golden light at the wound, forcibly reinforcing it so the short knife couldn’t be pulled out, while he deeply embedded his teeth in the bandit’s throat, tearing forcefully!

Warm and metallic liquid surged into his mouth, making him feel nauseous, but he didn’t let go; instead, he bit deeper and harder, trying to rip the opponent’s neck apart!

Like a beast, he seized the opponent’s life by the most primal, brutal means.

The boy knew very well, with the power he currently possessed, he wasn’t worthy of being a human; being human would just mean being slaughtered like the lowest livestock. Only by abandoning some of the [restraints] of being human could he unleash power beyond the opponent’s imagination.

The bandit’s struggling gradually weakened, his strikes lessened, and finally, his eyes widened in unending fear and disbelief as his body twitched a few times, then completely went limp.

The boy didn’t release immediately, biting several more times, sinking his teeth deeper.

The bandit struggled twice more; it seemed before that he was only feigning death, but this time he might truly be dead. After confirming the opponent was completely still, the boy released his grip and pushed him away forcefully.

Staggering back, he leaned heavily against the wall, gasping for breath, his golden-light-enveloped thigh a mess of blood and flesh, blood pooling into a small puddle on the ground, his face pale as paper.

But he was still alive.

He had won.

He looked at the bandit dead on the ground, eyes open in death, then at his mother on the bed, tears streaming down her face, relieved to have survived. With his blood-stained face, he slowly managed to pull out a difficult yet utterly relieved smile.

The boy knew very well he was just an ordinary farmboy, merely possessing power without skill, and the bandit’s combat experience surpassed his by far. To win, to protect his mother, a great price had to be paid.

Those who dare not sacrifice anything can change nothing.

To protect those dearest, sometimes one must become a demon crawling out of Hell, tearing the enemy apart with teeth and bone.

His life, from birth, was filled with suffering, as if struggling in filthy mud.

Yet at this moment, the flower of life blooming from despair and resistance shone with the poignant beauty of blood and fire, stubbornly radiating a heart-stirring light.

Outside, the sounds of slaughter continued, but within this small, bloodstained room, a small yet personal victory had already been forged.

”No, it’s still unstable.”

After a brief rest, the boy didn’t hesitate, gritting his teeth and enduring the searing pain from his leg, raising the deformed farming tool in his hand, and smashing it hard upon the bandit’s head on the ground!

”Bang! Bang! Bang!...”

He personally turned the head to mush, no longer recognizable, stopping only after ensuring this despicable guy had no chance of rising again.

The boy panted heavily, his hands trembling as he pulled out the short knife still lodged between his thigh muscle and bone.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a dam break, rapidly spreading a glaring crimson across the ground. Severe blood loss and the exertion from the fight left his body cold and weak, his vision blurring, ears buzzing.

Yet, on the verge of collapse, the flame of resistance in his eyes didn’t extinguish; instead, it burned fiercer, more pure!

”I... can’t fall yet...”

”There are still enemies... mother...”

Determination transformed into the last fuel, igniting the final brilliance within his soul. A more dazzling, more scorching golden light burst out from within him.

This brilliant light was no longer the blessing of the Lord of Light and Shadow, but the life fire vaporized from every cell, every drop of blood.

Warm radiance enveloped his battered body, and the terrifying wound on his thigh began to squirm and heal visibly, the bleeding gradually stopping, the fractured bone starting to mend on its own.

But this healing seemed to come at the cost of burning his already sparse Life Force, as his black hair turned snowy white in a short time.

After completing the initial healing, the boy’s Spirit didn’t relax at all, instead, it was taut like a fully drawn bow, wary of the enemies outside.

His mother’s calls became distant and blurred, as if through a heavy curtain of water. Extreme blood loss and the exhaustion of pushing his body brought a cold and weakness that constantly eroded his consciousness, his Life flickering uncertainly like a candle in the wind.