C13 Hell for Five Years

At this moment, Wu Tian had no choice but to give in. He did not think that these disciples of the tiger wolf were good men or good women. After experiencing so much, Wu Tian had gradually started to learn to hide his words.

Wu Tian knew that he couldn't die. He definitely couldn't die. He still had a blood feud that he had yet to avenge, so he must think of every way he could to live on.

The middle-aged man coldly snorted, "Aiyo, you're still playing tricks with me. Don't worry, I'll definitely find a way to make you talk."

With that, the middle-aged man waved his hand. Two foreigners walked up and opened the iron bars, pulling Wu Tian out.

The two of them looked at each other, one of them wielding a horsewhip and whipped Wu Tian viciously on his back. With a loud 'pa' sound, he ripped apart the clothes on Wu Tian's back and ripped them apart.

Wu Tian grimaced in pain, but he did not say anything. He was a strong person and would not compromise. Furthermore, he did not have anything worth mentioning in the first place.

The other foreigner's expression turned cold as he punched Wu Tian's chest heavily.

With a "dong" sound, Wu Tian was sent flying. With a "wow" sound, he coughed out a large mouthful of blood.

Wu Tian couldn't help but feel as though his chest was about to explode. The two of them beat him up until he was on the verge of death.

When Wu Tian woke up, he saw a bowl of water and two steamed buns in front of him. Wu Tian quickly crawled to the side of the water and drank up all the water in the bowl. Then, he wolfed down the two steamed buns.

Wu Tian sighed and curled himself up in the corner. His entire body was in so much pain that he couldn't move at all. This group of tiger and wolf disciples were really ruthless in their attacks. If they could ensure that he wouldn't be killed, then they could truly make him feel pain.

This kind of beating continued for three days. On the third night, Wu Tian gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He had to find a way to escape, otherwise, he would be tortured to death by these people sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Wu Tianqiang started to do pushups on his own. During the day, besides doing some aerobic exercise, he also went to watch the foreigners fight in close quarters.

Day after day, Wu Tian discovered that his endurance was getting stronger and stronger. Originally, when he was punched hard by the foreigners, he could directly fly out and spit out blood, but gradually, he was forced to take a few steps back due to the lack of blood flow. Afterwards, when he forcefully took on a punch from the foreigners, he didn't even feel the tightness in his chest anymore, but Wu Tian still had to pretend to be seriously injured and take many steps back.

Other than watching the fight, Wu Tian also imitated these foreigners by himself in the cell during the day and night, practising his kung fu skills.

Wu Tian continuously punched the concrete wall with his fist. At first, his fist was only a blur of blood and flesh, but later, it slowly became a dent in the concrete wall. Then, he punched the concrete wall with his full strength and directly created a hole in the wall.

Time passed by unhurriedly. Wu Tian had been watching these foreigners using firearms for a long time, and he was getting more and more familiar with guns. He didn't even know that his learning ability was this strong.

After a long period of torture, five years had passed. Wu Tian had forged a set of steel tendons!

Today, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. As usual, the two foreigners pulled Wu Tian out. The foreigner rubbed his hands together before throwing another heavy punch at Wu Tian's chest.

With a bang, Wu Tian was sent flying once again without any exceptions. As he flew backwards, the corner of another foreigner's mouth hooked up into a smile as he suddenly stomped down on Wu Tian's stomach.

The two of them had already played Wu Tian for five years, and they even treated beating him as a habit. Moreover, they discovered that Wu Tian was just like a ball, allowing them to play however they liked.

Just as the foreigner's foot was about to land on Wu Tian's stomach, Wu Tian abruptly opened his eyes. Killing intent exuded from Wu Tian's eyes as he reached out his hand to grab the foreigner's ankle. He then rolled to the ground in midair and threw the foreigner up with a sudden force of his arm.

The foreigner's body was flung away by Wu Tian like a chick. The direction he flew towards was in the direction where the other foreigner was standing.

Wu Tian's body landed firmly on the ground. Then, Wu Tian took two steps forward and stood in front of the two foreigners. He gritted his teeth, and both of Wu Tian's legs exploded with air explosions. Like a mirage, he ruthlessly broke both of the foreigners' hands and feet.

"Ah, ah!" The two foreigners rolled on the ground in pain. Wu Tian didn't even look at them as he picked up his sickle from the ground and stuck it into his waist. He then picked up a submachine gun and a rifle from his back and walked outside.

Just at this moment, a commotion sounded out, followed by a wave of cursing, "F * ck, you have guts to actually dare to harm my men! "Kill him!"