Chapter 114: King Kong and the Hybrid Clash (2)
The Disjointing the Muscles, Misaligning the Bones technique, living up to its horrifying name, continued for over thirty minutes.
Of course, it didn’t actually separate flesh from bone, but the pain inflicted surely felt like it did. To Roy Vant, those thirty minutes must have stretched into thirty years of agony.
By the time Ihan finally stopped, Roy was little more than a hollow shell of a man, barely clinging to life. His frail state made it seem as though death could claim him at any moment.
Despite the horrific scene, Ihan showed no remorse.
“What a stubborn bastard. He kept his mouth shut tighter than I expected.”
“I think it wasn’t stubbornness so much as you not giving him the chance to speak, Senior.”
“Watch your tone.”
“...Yes, sir.”
Yord quickly silenced himself at Ihan’s stern glare.
Having witnessed the brutal scene of Roy’s twisted muscles and bones snapping back into place, Yord didn’t dare to challenge Ihan further. For anyone else, it might have been a traumatizing sight, a lasting scar on the mind.
Yord now understood why so many interrogators suffered from severe psychological issues.
And yet, Ihan remained unshaken. His actions, while cruel, carried the mechanical efficiency of someone performing an unpleasant but necessary task. Watching him, Yord couldn’t help but break into a nervous sweat.