Torikakae say he can at least a hundred more!

let it begun！




The only torch in the dungeon crackled on the wall bracket, its light illuminating a black panther, covered in wounds. He was slumped there, head bowed, his heavy breathing echoing. His muscular arms were hoisted high by heavy chains, forcing his broad chest forward, and leaving his waist and abdomen completely exposed and undefended. His powerful pectoral muscles were scarred from being struck by fists. His black fur was stained with spittle and stomach bile, but only his eyes still burned with an unyielding fire, constantly thinking of an escape.
The chains scraped harshly as he tried to adjust his stance. After confirming that escape was impossible, Night-Scream (Yeming) licked his lips. He tried to tighten his abdominal muscles again, attempting to make a futile preparation for the impending assault.
Just as he thought, the prison door creaked open, and a tall, slender figure slowly stepped inside. Blood-stained claws echoed clearly as they stepped on the damp dungeon floor. It was a mercenary who delighted in cruelty, his face bearing a cold, scrutinizing smile.
"Still holding on, Night-Scream?" the mercenary's voice was smooth and dangerous. "Your impenetrable will is meaningless here. Tell me what I want to know, and perhaps you'll suffer less pain".
Night-Scream responded with a low growl, his bared fangs gleaming with a cold light.
The mercenary gave a soft chuckle, slowly pulling off his gloves. He stood before Night-Scream, his gaze fixed on the panther's haggard, thick eight-pack abs.
"Truly... a robust physique," the mercenary's voice was laced with mockery. "Let's see how tough it really is".
Before the words were finished, the mercenary's right hand clenched and drove hard into Night-Scream's abdomen!
Night-Scream's suspended body trembled violently, and the chains rattled. His thick tail uncontrollably whipped against the stone wall behind him.
The mercenary gave him no chance to breathe. Before the pain of the first punch had faded, a second, then a third followed in quick succession. Each blow targeted the same spot, or rather, different angles of that area. The fist sunk deep into the abdominal muscles.

The moment one fist was pulled out, another greedily took its place, swiftly hammering the fist into his abs. Night-Scream bit his teeth, his abdomen tightly braced, yet saliva still involuntarily dripped from between his fangs. Even the clenched abs were forced inward by the brutal fists.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The mercenary shook his hand, enjoying the warm sensation of sinking it into Night-Scream’s abdomen. In just a few seconds, a dozen punches had been plunged into his abs.
Gently grabbing the black panther's hair, he forced him to look up. Seeing that he hadn't achieved the look he wanted, the mercenary delivered a savage uppercut from below, driving it into the black panther's abs. The black panther puffed his cheeks and spewed out saliva.
Thud!
The mercenary persisted, rhythmically striking Night-Scream’s abs, chest, and then abs again.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Within the hidden dungeon, the mercenary's twisted 'exercise' of the black panther's abs repeatedly rang out. Accompanied by shaky retching and gasping, the fists pounded, blow after blow. The fists hit the clearly defined abs, causing the surface skin to form deep craters. The abdominal muscles at the center of the pit violently convulsed.
Next, he raised his knee and slammed it into the strong chest muscles. The mercenary’s fists repeatedly changed angles, going up, down, left, and right. Soon, Night-Scream's abs began to turn red beneath the black-purple fur, even starting to shift towards purple.
After about fifty punches, the speed of the strikes noticeably slowed, but the force continuously increased. At the same time, he could feel the taut abdominal muscles becoming softer. These increasingly defenseless abs greatly pleased the mercenary.
He waved his hand and patted the black panther's abs and massive chest.
"Only fifty punches, don't stop now". With that, he grabbed a nearby button and pulled it down sharply. The chains holding the black panther lifted his wounded body, keeping his feet off the ground.
Thud! Thud! Thud!


another dozen or so punches, the instant the next fist slammed into Night-Scream's abs, his mouth sprayed out a mouthful of stomach bile.
The skin of his abdomen was completely crimson. Seeing this, the mercenary held his body steady and began raising his knee repeatedly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The solid knee struck Night-Scream's eight-pack abs head-on. Each strike made Night-Scream convulse and spew out saliva mixed with stomach bile.
"Cough! Cough! C-cough ahh!"
After a dozen more knees, the mercenary suddenly warned: "Hold on tight~ www".
The mercenary stepped back two paces, then suddenly rushed forward, leaping into the air, driving his knee into Night-Scream's abs.
"Uwaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Night-Scream's arms violently shook the chains, as sharp pain engulfed his entire body. He opened his mouth and thrust out his tongue, large gouts of spittle spraying out with this latest attack.
The heavy impact made his abdomen unconsciously slacken, and the mercenary intensified his offensive.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Heavy punches slammed into the black panther's abs.
Thud!
"Ugh! Ugh!" Saliva was spat onto the mercenary's hand and was immediately driven into the black panther's abs along with the mercenary's fist. The purple-black fur was now mixed with spittle.
Night-Scream’s legs twitched continuously, suspended in mid-air.
At some point, Night-Scream's abs were bruised, purple, and swollen. His eyes shook slightly, and his breathing grew increasingly labored. The tightly braced abs were now completely slack and defenseless. His chest muscles were caved in, covered with the imprints left by the fists. Despite this, his chest became the mercenary's next toy.



Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Ugh, Ughnnn!!!"

His body swung back and forth from the chest beating. Soon, after another few dozen punches, the completely ravaged chest muscles visibly turned red and purple. But Night-Scream clenched his teeth, continuously spraying saliva, his body swaying with the motion of the punches.

With a punch landed on his left pectoral muscle, the black panther trembled, and suddenly spat blood toward the mercenary. In the midst of the intense pain, the mercenary once again shifted his attack, delivering a side-kick, without warning, directly to Night-Scream's abdomen.
"Ungh-ugh!!"
Night-Scream's suspended body bent slightly.
"One more punch ww!"
The mercenary’s heavy fist drove an uppercut into his abdomen.
"Ungh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh--"
His abs were violently driven in by the uppercut. His chest muscles trembled. His muscles went numb in waves. He was losing strength in his abdomen. Although he tried hard to brace them, his abs seemed to stop obeying him. At the same time, his compressed stomach caused his throat to involuntarily bob. Head down, he continuously vomited the squeezed stomach bile.
Thud!
"Whoa--oh-oh-oh! Cough! Hurl!" Another hook punch landed in the same spot. This punch drove deep into Night-Scream's eight-pack and into his internal organs. Night-Scream froze, then the air in his abdominal cavity was forced out of his throat, letting out a cry of agony. This was followed by wave after wave of surging stomach bile mixed with blood, causing him to retch spasmodically. He could only swallow his spittle repeatedly, desperately trying to suppress the urge to vomit. Seeing Night-Scream half-vomiting, the mercenary grabbed his shoulder.
"Come on~ Come on~ I know you can handle another dozen rounds~"
Then he drove his knee into his already failing abdomen.




Wuguhm-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m!!!!"
This knee strike brutally tore through the ravaged abs, and then into his stomach. Night-Scream was hit by the knee and violently threw up. He arched his back, bending his knees, letting his whole body weight press down onto the mercenary's knee that was jammed into his abs. Hunching over, head hanging, he gasped for breath. Drops of blood and saliva streamed from his dangling tongue onto the floor.
With one arm cradling his now-slumped body, the mercenary drove another uppercut into him.
"Ungh-waaaahhhhhhhh..."
"Can you keep going? I believe in you~ w"
"Ungh..."
Thud!
"Ungh-poof-waaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Thud!
"Ugh-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
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The mercenary raised his fist once more.
Night-Scream's constantly twisting body endured the torment. The black panther felt his stomach was about to be punched through. His legs trembled, his body curled up and shook uncontrollably. His mouth was half-open, drooling. He was panting and trembling, unable to utter a single word.
The fist finally plunged into the abs. The mercenary wrapped his arm around the black panther's broad back, holding him close. At the same time, his fist continued to pound inward repeatedly. Their bodies were pressed tightly together. The black panther's chin rested on the mercenary's shoulder. His consciousness was gradually being stolen by the continuous gut-punches. His stomach was being emptied, leaving him only able to gasp out air.



One punch. And another punch. And another punch. And another punch. And another punch. Come on, one more punch. Add one more punch. And hit him hard one last time!
It was like pounding sticky rice cake, steadily and rhythmically pushing his fist into the black panther's pitiful, purple-black abs. Every punch made the black panther's body convulse.
Stop, stop, my stomach, my stomach is going to be punched through.
The black panther kept resisting.
In this way, he was 'exercised' punch by punch, his abs destroyed, and his saliva and stomach bile squeezed out little by little, yet he was utterly helpless.
The black panther's consciousness felt heavier and deeper. He slumped onto the fist. His eyes had lost their clear focus, showing a weakness that was unnatural for him.
"That's not enough~~~~ Let's go for another round~ www"
"Ugh... wuu... wuu... Hurl..."
The black panther's robust, burly body leaned against the mercenary's fist, completely dependent on it. He was held in the mercenary's embrace. If it weren't for the fist still buried in his abs, the black panther would likely collapse onto the floor, twitching in a pool of stomach bile, if the chains were released.
His eyes constantly shook his pupils. Wet fluid dripped from his half-open mouth, flowing down his chest and abs, and finally down his claws to the floor. His chest muscles were repeatedly destroyed, and his abs were completely pulverized.
"The next round starts now~~~~"
The mercenary smiled, raised his fist, and then
"Guh!"
Held by the waist and back, a punch was driven into his abs. The black panther could barely even scream. The sound was entirely caused by the compressed gas in his abdominal cavity being forced through his throat.



Are your abs resisting? Why can't I feel your abs at all? If you don't hurry up, they're really going to be totally pulverized~ w"
With that, he delivered another punch.
"Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh!"
The black panther, cradled and punched in the gut like a sandbag, found his consciousness utterly blurred by the blows. His body was completely out of his control.
He felt his internal organs being compressed, but he couldn't control his muscles to brace for protection. He also couldn't control his organs being repeatedly crushed by the punches striking his lower abdomen.
My abs... my abs are punched through...
No... not just my abs...
The black panther's eyes widened, and he retched from his throat as his internal organs shifted.
His stomach was repeatedly crushed, and his internal organs were also suffering compression.
Hold... hold on...
"Don't give up just yet~ w."
The mercenary scoffed, delivering a final punch to the black panther's abdomen, hitting his lower belly. It sunk deep, and then he rotated his fist like a drill, fiercely driving it in, enveloping his fist in that mass of abdominal muscle.
"Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-wooo..." Accompanied by the black panther's despairing wail, the moment his mouth puffed out, large amounts of warm blood mixed with saliva streamed down his now-shapeless abs and chest. At the same time, he convulsed violently. The almost-emptied contents of his stomach were still squeezed out, with only bile and stomach acid remaining. It gurgled and spewed out of his throat in waves.
The black panther was vomiting uncontrollably, his consciousness blurred. He didn't even notice that the last defense of his abs had long been shattered. It was the mercenary who felt a dampness on his feet and realized that, after being made to throw up on the arena, the black panther was now throwing up blood.

The sourness of the vomit and the fist once again jammed into his abs simultaneously battered his will. Vomiting stomach bile and fresh blood, the black panther, who was throwing up and suffering from diarrhea, was convulsing. His pulverized body was held in the mercenary's arms.
"Wuu..."
"Honestly, if you had just confessed earlier, you wouldn't have to be beaten into this state". Stroking the black panther's shattered muscles, but now...
Seeing the punched-through abs, the trembling shoulders, the muscles that had long lost all strength, and the body soiled with filth. With this thought, the mercenary leisurely used the chains to pull up the black panther, who now had no more stomach bile to squeeze out.
"Well, let's start the next round~ www"