GUH!!
The flesh around the hollow where Zhao Xuanqi's thumb pressed in suddenly bulged like a distorted vortex. Then, the muscles in both his arms tensed and contorted, veins popping to the surface in a ferocious, terrifying display.
It was as if the skin and muscle of his arms were about to burst apart. Faintly, he could even hear the sounds of skin stretching and muscle tearing.
Zhao Xuanqi's expression twisted, as if he were enduring excruciating pain. It felt as if countless beasts were gnawing on his arms, chewing relentlessly. He could feel his muscles ripping apart over and over again.
But despite the searing pain, his eyes remained vacant. A kaleidoscope of expressions flickered within them, as if his consciousness was on another plane of existence.
He held the acupoint stimulation for less than three seconds before his arms shot up again, striking his own body. His thumbs pressed into two new acupoints.
