My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106: Torture!?

The other disciple stood frozen, his jealous gaze shifting to horror. He immediately fell to his knees.

"I am sorry, master."

"What are you sorry for?" the hunched master asked coldly.

"Umm?" The disciple was momentarily stunned, struggling to find coherent words. "He is a sinner who dared to speak out against what the master wanted. He is the foolest of disciples."

With that, the disciple began banging his head on the ground, again and again.

The hunched master didn’t respond. He turned toward the group, raised his finger, and with a swift motion, the group was lifted into the air.

Without another word, he turned and walked away.

The disciple continued banging his head for a solid ten minutes before finally stopping.

"This psycho," he murmured in his heart. He looked at the children, casually whipping a few of them at random, then prepared to leave.

Suddenly, he felt a hand tighten around his legs.

Immediately, fear gripped him, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

But when he looked down at the small hand holding onto him, he sighed in relief.

"Oh, this is the kid that senior brother whipped."

With a disdainful grunt, he kicked the child hard, aiming for their neck.

The child raised his face, accepting the blow without hesitation.

Blood dripped from the child’s forehead, and though injured, the child only giggled in a mocking tone, almost as if possessed by a ghost.

"Hehe."

The disciple’s expression shifted. His hand flew to his sword at his waist, drawing it with a swift motion and slashing forward.

However, before the sword could land, a searing pain shot through his legs. He lost his balance, crashing to the ground.

"Eh?" The disciple was stunned. He tried to push himself up with his hands, but he couldn’t feel his legs.

"Huh."

His neck strained as he looked down in disbelief with realisation.

There it was, his legs had been severed.

Blood poured from the stumps, pooling around him on the ground.

And the perpetrator, the child, looked at him with coldness in his eyes, a black haze forming in the shape of a sword in his hand.

"Who... Who are you?" the disciple gasped, terror evident in his voice.

"I am the child you just whipped," the child replied, tilting his head, his eyes seemingly innocent.

"You... you are not that child."

The disciple gritted his teeth, fumbling in his pocket to retrieve a bell. He was about to ring it when—

Shing!

In an instant, a flash of light cut through the air, and the bell was sliced cleanly in two.

"Noooo..." The disciple cried out in horror, the last flicker of hope fading from his eyes.

And then, his screams echoed, filled with desperate terror and helplessness.

The child rubbed his ears:

"What are you screaming for?"