The guard spoke with a flat tone, as if the space between each word had been measured by a ruler—precise and entirely devoid of personal emotion. Because of this, every word he uttered carried a profound confidence that compelled anyone who heard it to believe him instantly. The captured pirate shivered even more violently, to the point where the chattering of his teeth—de-de—could actually be heard! The man suddenly shrieked:

"For mercy's sake, just end me with one swift strike!"

The cold response from the black-clad guard was:

"Execution!"

In that instant, Fang Senyan’s calves bent, muscles instantly tightening before exploding with immense power. His body lurched back slightly, then shot forward with unbelievable speed. His limbs stretched out mid-air, almost parallel to the ground, his leading fist rocketing toward the nearest black-clad guard. Due to the sheer velocity of the punch, a faint, deep booming sound echoed in the enclosed, bare combat room.

The reaction of the black-clad guard was equally swift. Detecting the sudden movement, he immediately leaned sideways, placing his right hand on his waist and simultaneously raising his scabbard to parry Fang Senyan’s incoming blow. This move was a perfect blend of offense and defense. Once he managed to block the punch with the scabbard, he could immediately draw the curved saber at his hip for a decapitating strike!

But a cold sneer touched Fang Senyan’s lips. At the very moment his fist met the scabbard, a chilling metallic sheen suddenly shimmered around his left fist! Immediately after, the sinister-looking Cobalt Steel Alloy Exoskeleton manifested over his knuckles, forming a giant metal fist. It struck the scabbard with ferocious force. The scabbard emitted a dull, distorted sound and was smashed away instantly. This punch was Fang Senyan’s fully charged, long-prepared strike, and its momentum carried undiminished, slamming heavily into the black-clad guard’s waist.

Although the guard was clad in superior chainmail, this type of armor offered excellent protection against slicing, chopping, cutting, and piercing weapons, but provided very little defense against blunt force attacks like smashing, ramming, or crushing. Hit squarely by Fang Senyan’s punch, he actually took critical damage! The power of the title "Drunken Man" immediately manifested: a terrifying, visible depression formed instantly on his waist, clearly indicating that the bone structure at the point of impact had been pulverized. A torrent of dark blood mixed with shattered internal organs erupted from his mouth, effectively muffling any scream, spraying a mist of crimson that stained the area around his mouth bright red!

This tall, robust black-clad guard, protected by fine chainmail, was sent flying backward by Fang Senyan’s fully committed blow. After soaring several yards through the air, he crashed into the person next to him. The chainmail scraped against the stone floor with a grating sound that was both repulsive and chilling. Most eerily, the guard didn't utter a single groan, as if the horrific trauma had happened to someone else.

But just then, the black-clad guard standing farthest to the right instantly sprang up, placing both hands on the square table before him. With a light, airy roll in mid-air, he had already drawn his weapon and lunged down toward the winded Fang Senyan. In the swirling gray smoke, a cold light flashed—cruel and sharp, like the glint off a beast’s white fang! This guard wielded a rapier, just like Amond, clearly specializing in speed, quickness, and venomous agility.

Fang Senyan was spent from his previous effort, his new strength yet to manifest. A fierce, burning light flashed and vanished in his eyes! He could only instinctively swing his hand back and grab the rapier thrusting toward him!

The sharp blade willingly sliced into the skin of his palm; the thrusting momentum did not lessen. The blade ground against the bones of Fang Senyan’s tightening fingers with a teeth-grating sound, yet it continued to push forward, burrowing into his ribcage!

"You have suffered an enemy thrust! Health reduced by 68 points. After deducting damage reduction from the innate ability: Tenacity, actual health lost is 43 points!"

At that very same moment, Fang Senyan curved his knee and powerfully rammed it upward into the groin of the black-clad guard who had dropped down in front of him. He put every ounce of force into this thrust, channeling all the pain he was enduring into the impact. Even through the fabric of the trousers, the distinct sound of two egg-shaped objects bursting like balloons—pa—could be felt! These bizarre black guards were still human; they felt pain, panic, and confusion. As Fang Senyan watched the expression on the face of the man directly before him warp, a sliver of grim satisfaction crossed his mind. He took a sharp breath, gathered his strength, and with a whoosh, raised his left fist. The two steel fingers of the Cobalt Steel Alloy Exoskeleton clamped together, still warm with fresh blood, and plunged deep into his opponent's throat. Then, a hook, and a tear!

Amidst a gush of spraying blood, this black-clad guard’s dark-red trachea was ripped clean out! His eyes bulged wide, and he made a gurgling sound while clutching his throat. Blood eagerly poured out between the fingers. The man staggered backward, leaning against the wall and convulsing, before finally collapsing in unwillingness, writhing on the floor.

By this time, the black guard who had been knocked down earlier was slowly climbing up and deliberately drawing the curved saber at his waist. The guard Fang Senyan had struck with his punch, though severely wounded, was also struggling to stand, forming a pincer movement with his comrade, one on the left and one on the right. These two had clearly realized their opponent was not faring well either. The injury on Fang Senyan’s palm was already quite conspicuous, and the wound under his ribs showed the raw, scarlet flesh turned inside out, weeping blood like a small mouth, thoroughly soaking his clothes.

Facing the disadvantage of fighting two against one, Fang Senyan slightly bent his body, his hands held loosely apart. Though the white, brittle look of broken bone was faintly visible at his intercostal wound, his piercing eyes were hidden beneath his disheveled hair, giving the impression of a leopard coiled and ready to spring, harmonizing terrifying ruthlessness in stillness!

The brief standoff lasted only a few seconds. Fang Senyan suddenly hitched his right foot back, then, with lightning speed, hooked and swept the ground, kicking the body of the heavily wounded, unconscious black guard in front of him up into the air. He then hurled the bloody corpse toward the guard opposite. The two black guards naturally retreated to guard against a follow-up attack from Fang Senyan. But Fang Senyan merely let out a cold laugh, lunged to the right, and raised his sinister left hand encased in the Cobalt Steel Alloy Exoskeleton, bringing it down hard against the nearby iron chain.

Clearly, the toughness of the iron chains of this era could not compare to the alloy from the future. After a spray of sparks, the chain emitted a crisp clang, then snapped in two with a huala sound, slithering to the ground like two dead snakes. The bound pirate immediately began to struggle madly. He, who had been completely enveloped in terror, had suddenly found a lifeline, and this lifeline looked suspiciously like iron wire—how could he not be overcome with shock and joy?

With desperate struggles, he quickly gained his freedom. He snatched a curved saber from the ground and screamed as he charged toward the heavily injured black guard. Fang Senyan timed his advance perfectly, moving in to confront the other black guard. His overall attributes now gave him an overwhelming advantage over the wounded guard, making the one-on-one situation appear effortless. However, this guard remained remarkably calm between offense and defense, seemingly mechanically stripped of emotions like fear, loss, or despair, as if incapable of making a single mistake. This created a frustrating feeling of having nowhere to land a decisive blow.

Fang Senyan’s ambitions were grand; he had no intention of wasting time here. He suddenly shifted his body to the side, taking a saber slash directly across his right shoulder. Blood sprayed violently, and his health dropped by nearly fifty points again, but Fang Senyan seized the opening created by the guard’s attack to raise his left fist and smash down savagely from above! The black guard’s pupils constricted. He had no time to fully draw his saber and could only cross his arms in front of his face in a desperate attempt to brace himself. But his disadvantage in raw strength made the defense ineffective. Fang Senyan’s punch landed, the black guard grunted, spat blood from the corner of his mouth, and staggered back.

Seizing this moment, Fang Senyan pressed forward a step and unleashed another punch. The Cobalt Steel Alloy Exoskeleton shimmered faintly, sending droplets of adhering blood flying like rain. This black guard could not retreat in time and could only hastily use his elbow to block again!

This time, the guard’s rushed block failed. His elbow was violently swept aside, and the devastating weapon—the Cobalt Steel Alloy Exoskeleton—struck his throat with a heavy pa... sound, throwing his entire body off balance and sending him flying backward with his feet off the ground. After rolling several times, he lay flat on his back, eyes bulging, tongue lolling out, a trickle of dark blood oozing from his mouth—he was killed instantly!

In just over ten seconds, the remaining, wounded black guard was killed through the combined efforts of Fang Senyan and the rescued pirate. As soon as the fight ended, the pirate’s legs gave way, and he collapsed before the sickeningly bloody stone altar, weeping:

"Stephen! I have avenged you, rest in peace!"

Only then did Fang Senyan get a clear look at the torture methods employed by the three black guards. Even with his strong composure, he felt a wave of nausea.

It turned out that the dead pirate, Stephen, had been tightly bound at the wrists and ankles to the stone altar. His abdominal clothing had been torn away, and his navel had been cut open. His bloody intestines were then pulled out and wound around a winch-like torture device set beside the altar. Any rotation of the winch handle would result in the victim's entrails being constantly and vividly pulled out and re-wound. The pain inflicted must have been unimaginable!

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Does anyone know the source movie for this torture method? Please provide a detailed answer. I'll reward the correct guess with 15 book review points + 10 Diamonds! Hehe. Though it might be obscure, the reward is high!