Lin Ye's ability to suppress such a loud cry was already beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.
Mr. Xin aimed the round-headed iron pestle at his genitals and then struck heavily with the iron hammer.
Lin Ye almost ground his teeth to powder; the pain was unbearable for anyone.
Lin Ye was knowledgeable in medicine, so he knew that there were many kinds of pain, and the pain he was experiencing was the sum of all of them.
"You're already fourteen years old, and you've only just started learning martial arts. Your starting point is far behind others."
Mr. Xin spoke while gesturing, his words sounding serious, but his tone carried a hint of schadenfreude.
"So I can only use external force to open your meridians."
Lin Ye gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you sure you don't intend
