Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

The smell was nauseating.

Ning Shu: …

“These snakes are all highly venomous. Their bites cause excruciating pain, but death will not be immediate,” Allen explained.

Another basket of snakes was emptied into Ning Shu’s cage. Snakes writhed everywhere.

Grabbing a snake lunging at her, Ning Shu ripped it in two, spraying blood everywhere.

Allen was not surprised to see this. He felt that someone who could frighten a hellhound was capable of anything.

Ning Shu’s calm while tearing the snake only cemented his belief she harbored a male soul.

What woman could remain composed in this kind of situation?

It felt like she was even capable of eating snakes raw.

Ning Shu smiled at Allen, then released her energy. All the approaching snakes were instantly ripped in half.

Torn snake bodies writhed.

The room was instantly filled with a bloody stench.

Allen raised an eyebrow, nodding, “You have some skills.”

Ning Shu flicked her hair, “I have even better skills.”

“What skills?” Allen leaned back in his chair, “Show me.”

Ning Shu warmed up her wrists, then moved to a half squat before placing her hands on the bars in front of her. She sank her energy deep into her dantian and prepared to pry the bars apart. Then, she’d be able to escape.

Ning Shu tried until her face was flushed red but couldn’t do it.

Ning Shu: So embarrassing.

“Just kidding,” Ning Shu shrugged. The nine heavens stardust iron was unexpectedly sturdy.

“Are you mentally ill?” Allen’s eyes narrowed.

“As I said, nobody can open a nine heavens stardust iron cage,” Allen touched his massive sword, “Understand?”

Ning Shu pushed the snake corpses aside and sat down.

“I don’t have anything,” Ning Shu vowed, “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“I know that you otherworlders almost always come with some sort of skill. I refuse to believe you have none.”

“I do have a skill. I’m quite strong,” Ning Shu confidently declared.

Allen: Nutjob…

Allen massaged his brows. He felt that this woman—man… not quite woman or man thing—wasn’t mentally stable.

Communication seemed impossible.

Allen’s veins throbbed on his forehead. This slave seemed retarded.

Ning Shu sat cross-legged in the cage as she practiced the Unsurpassable Martial Arts. Spiritual energy and yang energy flooded her body.

No matter what Allen said, she’d just nod. After all, rather than try to talk to him, it’d be better to use this time to cultivate.

Although she hadn’t managed to pry apart the nine heavens stardust iron cage this time, once she got stronger, she would definitely be able to do it.

She just didn’t know what other tortures Allen might come up with to use on her.

Allen noticed that Ning Shu seemed unnaturally calm, but he wasn’t bothered either. He seemed to have discovered a rather fascinating toy to play with creatively.

On the other hand, Ning Shu’s situation was rather miserable, having to endure Allen’s daily torment.

Allen switched up his tactics daily as if vowing to mentally break Ning Shu.

Allen somehow acquired demonic bees. These bees’ stings inflicted agonizing pain.

Countless bees swarmed Ning Shu.

Ning Shu was so angry she almost jumped up. Was there no end to this!?

Ning Shu eyed Allen who was watching the show, amused. She found his presence extremely irritating.

Focusing energy in her dantian, she punched forward with her fist. A roaring dragon wrapped around her fist and followed the force of the punch to hit the cage.

The nine heavens stardust iron cage shook, and then the iron instantly bent. Ning Shu walked out of the cage.

Allen’s brow jumped, and he quickly drew his sword.