Capítulo 244: Dungeon
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There was a vast underground prison below the Pope's Palace. It was cold and dark.
"Am … am I still alive?"
Fang Xuan felt dizzy, as if he had sunk into a pool of stagnant water. His ears buzzed, and he struggled to move his stiff and heavy body. Intense pain came from all over his body, causing him to suck in a breath of cold air.
He trembled as he lowered his gaze and looked at his body. He carefully checked his current condition.
There were as many as thirteen wounds on his chest and abdomen, and they were severe. His right leg was broken, and he couldn't feel anything. He couldn't use any strength. His left arm was broken at the elbow, and a section of his arm bone pierced through his flesh like a white bone spear. It wasn't very comforting.
The wounds were already rotten, suppurated, and infected. Even mosquitoes were crawling on them, and the stench made him want to vomit.
Fang Xuan guessed that he would be unconscious for at least two days from the degree of rot and infection of his wounds.
Currently, he could only move his left leg and right arm, and his wounds were still worsening. If they weren't treated immediately, he would die from the infection even if no one killed him. The situation was terrible.
"Huff …" Fang Xuan let out a long breath of turbid air. He supported himself with his right hand and struggled to sit against the prison's iron bars. Then, he began to think of a way to treat his injuries.
"Tsk, have my soul power and martial soul been sealed?" Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and tried to mobilize his soul power, but there was no response from his body. His six martial souls were like stones in the sea, and he couldn't hear anything from them.
He finally remembered that Pope Bibi Dong had sealed his soul power and martial soul with her powerful Rank 99 soul power. Unless an Ultimate Douluo of the same rank helps, he couldn't break Bibi Dong's seal with his strength.
Sigh … Fang Xuan heaved a long sigh. He had no choice but to accept this reality. Not only had he been reduced from a Soul Sage to an ordinary person without any soul power or cultivation, but all his treasures and weapons had also disappeared. His soul tool ring, shadowless blade, some money, and personal belongings had all been taken by the Martial Soul Hall. Right now, he had nothing but his rotten life.
At this moment, Fang Xuan couldn't help but recall when he had just arrived on the Douluo Continent. He had no martial soul, no soul power, and had nothing. He sighed. However, even though he was in the prison of the Martial Spirit Palace, he didn't despair. As long as a person still had a breath left, there was still a chance to turn the tables.
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This was a medium-sized prison cell with a small area. Other than Fang Xuan, there were five other prisoners locked up here. Six people were locked up in the same cell. Even taking a breath was suffocating. These five people were in the same situation as Fang Xuan. Their cultivations were also sealed and locked up in this unknown prison.
There was a feeling of sympathy for each other, but from their ferocious gazes, Fang Xuan felt that these people had no intention of getting along well with him.
Suddenly, a voice filled with disdain rang out in the dark corridor.
"It's time to eat, you stinky rats. Two meals a day? You lowly wretches are lucky."
The two correctional officers scolded as they walked to the end of the corridor. They took out keys to open the cell and distributed food to everyone.
The food in the prison was straightforward. There was a steamed bun and a glass of water. After all, they weren't serving aristocrats. For these prisoners, the correctional officers only had to ensure that they didn't starve to death. Although it wasn't some high-quality food, to Fang Xuan, it was like a timely rain falling from the sky, making him a little excited. His entire body was heavily injured, and he had been unconscious for two days. He was so hungry that he was on the verge of going crazy. Therefore, food was the best medicine for him at this moment.
He stared at the head full of white hair before him and swallowed his saliva. His eyes were filled with desire. He was even more excited than when he saw a beautiful woman. Fang Xuan raised his right hand tremblingly and grabbed the steamed bun before him …
At this moment, a bald man whistled as he walked over. He stuck to Fang Xuan's side and unbuckled his belt to pee. The pail of urine in the prison was placed next to Fang Xuan. It emitted the stench of feces and urine. Generally speaking, only those with the lowest status in the prison could enjoy this kind of treatment.
The bald man whistled as he peed. He had a comfortable expression on his face. However, he didn't obediently pee in the pail. Instead, he poured all of it on Fang Xuan's steamed bun … After calmly doing all this, the bald man snorted coldly. He cast a provocative look at Fang Xuan, whose face was stiff. He pulled up his pants and prepared to leave.
"Whoosh."
Suddenly, Fang Xuan stomped on the ground with his left leg, which could still move. He gathered his strength and pounced on the bald man like a cheetah, instantly pushing him to the ground.
"Despicable guy, you don't know what's good for you. You dared to provoke me?."
After being pushed down by a half-crippled fellow, the bald man was furious; he felt his dignity had been damaged. In this prison, he was the boss in name only. Usually, he could bully and beat whoever he wanted, and no one dared to resist. In a situation where his soul power and martial soul were sealed, his muscular physique and ruthless fighting skills were everything. And in this prison cell, he was the strongest one.
"Die for me."
The bald man's face was filled with venom. He roared and brandished his giant iron fists, crazily punching at Fang Xuan.
"Bang. Bang. " Fang Xuan's body was half-crippled. Not only could he not use soul power, but he also didn't have a weapon. After taking two or three punches from the bald man, he coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. He was in extreme pain, and his entire body was on the verge of falling apart.
However, he didn't choose to kneel and beg for mercy. Instead, he raised his protruding left arm bone and turned it into a spear. He fiercely stabbed the bald man's left eye and smashed it into mush.
"Ah …" The bald man covered his bleeding eye and screamed miserably like a pig being slaughtered.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Xuan's eyes flashed with savagery. Like a bloodthirsty beast, he bit the bald man's throat and said viciously, "Die. Die. Die. " Endless amounts of blood flowed out. The bald man covered his bleeding throat and violently convulsed. His eyes were wide open and filled with unwillingness. He died on the spot. Until his death, he still couldn't believe this teenager could be so ruthless. He was as severe as a wolf.
After calmly finishing all of this, Fang Xuan expressionlessly dragged his broken leg and slowly crawled to the other side. He picked up the bun that belonged to the bald man and swallowed it in large mouthfuls. Around the prison, the other four people watched this scene with horror. They kept quiet out of fear and looked at Fang Xuan with eyes full of fear …
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