Chapter 364 On The Brink Of Defeat


    With a hint of pride, he added, “The reason I continue to practice medicine, despite my years, is


    because my mentor has entrusted me with his vast knowledge of acupuncture.


    The mention of the Seven Stings from Hell and the Needle of Life and Death, techniques on the verge


    of being lost to time, elicited a collective gasp from the crowd.


    The implication that Caylie could master such rare andplex techniques sparked a flurry of


    questions about her true identity and background.


    Axel, in particr, was stunned by the revtion.


    Among those present, his understanding of acupuncture was unmatched, making him acutely aware of


    the monumental significance of these techniques.


    The emergence of these peculiar acupuncture techniques signified a seismic shift in thendscape of


    acupuncture, marking a groundbreaking moment in the field’s history.


    In the critical moment following Caylie’s cement of the tenth needle, the Jetroinian subject was


    visibly overwhelmed by pain, his entire body shaking uncontrobly.


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    His face contorted in sheer agony, a vivid testament to the intense difort he was enduring. Regret


    consumed him as he internallymented his decision to participate as the subject in this acupuncture


    showdown.


    “Mr. Shaw…. I… I can’t bear it any longer, he bellowed, his voice filled with torment, indicating his


    readiness to admit defeat. His deration of surrender was a desperate attempt to escape the


    unbearable pain.


    Yet, before he could fully articte his concession, Marley’s voice boomed through the room. “Hold on,


    this next needle will determine the oue!”


    The tremor in Marley’s voice was unmistakable, revealing his own state of agitation.


    Marley, having already inserted nine needles into Emrys and poised to ce the tenth, was acutely


    aware that following the standard procedure for this final needle would not be enough to surpass


    Caylie’s performance.


    Will I be defeated here today?


    The thought of facing defeat was uneptable to him. Thus, as he prepared to insert the tenth needle,


    he chose to target the most agonizing acupoint on the human body, increasing the depth of the needle


    pration to a daring two inches.


    Prior to the acupuncture session, he had firmly adhered to the rule that needles must not prate


    deeper than half an inch, fearing seriousplications, even potential life–threatening consequences.


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    Chapter 364 On The Brink Or Defeat


    However, in this crucial moment, Marley abandoned caution.


    Now, Marley thought, I must take this risk.


    He swiftly inserted his golden needle two inches deep, concealing the extra depth by retracting it one


    and a half inches. His technique was wlessly executed, leaving no trace of his audacious deviation


    from the standard procedure.


    For any ordinary person, the pain would have been unbearable, causing convulsions and an


    involuntary copse.


    Yet, to Marley’s surprise, Emrys showed no signs of agony. His face remained calm, without even the


    slightest furrow of pain.


    What’s happening? Has this man lost his ability to feel pain? Or perhaps his response time exceeds


    that of an average person?


    Regardless of the reason, the situation had be highly unfavorable for Marley.


    A wry smile appeared on Caylie’s face as she dered, “It’s my turn to apply the needle–the reverse


    version of the Needle of Ninth Revival, the eleventh needle.”


    The Jetroinian, teeth clenched and body convulsing, braced himself for the imminent agony,


    determined to endure until Marley administered the tenth needle.


    His mentor’s words echoed in his mind: “A single move can determine the oue of the game.”


    If he could endure until the tenth needle, their side would emerge victorious.


    However, when Marley’s tenth needle descended, not a single muffled grunt was heard from Emrys.


    The cruelty of this oue was not lost on the Jetroinian man, for whom this was an utterly


    devastating twist of fate.


    “I admit…” he began to say, copsing in defeat.


    As he prepared to ept defeat once again, he even came dangerously close to biting his own tongue


    in the process.


    The familiar storyline unfolded once again, leaving him at a loss for words in the face of relentless pain


    and uncertainty.


    However, as luck would have it, the predictable sequence of events yed out once more, and he


    found himself incapable of uttering the dreaded word “lose.”


    This time, it was not Marley’s interruption but Caylie’s swift insertion of the eleventh needle that


    prevented him from expressing his surrender verbally.