第一次破女处流血视频

"Is this all you\'ve got, Jarod? You\'re nothing without your master!"

"You can\'t even protect those you care about. Pathetic!"

"Watch as I take everything from you."

The sneer on Aric\'s face, the disdain in his eyes, and the mocking laughter that followed each taunt had seared themselves into Jarod\'s psyche. These were not just words; they were daggers aimed at the very core of his being, designed to undermine his confidence and shatter his spirit.

But what hurt even more than Aric\'s cruel words was the crushing realization of his master\'s absence. During the fiercest moments of the battle, when he had called out for help, there had been nothing but silence. Ryan Chen, his master, the one who had always been there to guide and protect him, had not responded.

"Master! Help me!" Jarod had cried out, his voice raw with desperation.

He had looked around frantically, expecting to see the familiar figure of his master rushing to his aid, but there was nothing. The battlefield had seemed eerily empty, the absence of his master a gaping void that swallowed his hope.

Fear gripped Jarod like a vice, squeezing the breath from his lungs. Doubt began to gnaw at him, insidious and relentless. What if his master had abandoned him? What if Aric was right, and he truly was nothing without Ryan Chen?

The doubt was like poison, spreading through his veins and paralyzing his will to fight. He had felt his strength ebbing away, not from the physical blows he had received, but from the crushing weight of betrayal and isolation. Each second of silence from his master had been a blow to his spirit, leaving him increasingly vulnerable to Aric\'s relentless assault.

In the present moment, as these memories assaulted him, Jarod\'s body reacted viscerally. His breathing became shallow and rapid, his muscles tensed, and a cold sweat broke out across his forehead. He felt as though he were suffocating, trapped in the nightmare of his own making.

The room seemed to spin, the walls closing in, and his vision blurred as tears of frustration and fear welled up in his eyes.

His heart pounded against his ribcage, each beat echoing the terror and helplessness he had felt. The room\'s dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows that seemed to mock him, reminding him of his isolation and vulnerability.

This was not just a battle of flesh and blood; it was a psychological war. The fear and doubt planted by Aric had taken root, threatening to choke the life out of his spirit. Jarod felt himself teetering on the edge of despair, the abyss of hopelessness yawning before him.

"Why didn\'t you come, Master? Why did you leave me to face him alone?" His thoughts screamed the questions he had been too afraid to voice, the betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound.

In this moment of crisis, Jarod\'s internal struggle became the focal point. He fought against the tidal wave of negative emotions threatening to overwhelm him, trying to find a shred of the courage and resolve that had defined him before this ordeal. But the fear was relentless, the doubt unyielding, and his sense of betrayal a heavy chain dragging him down.

All he wanted was reassurance, a sign that he had not been abandoned, that he was not as alone as he felt. The absence of that reassurance was a gaping wound in his soul, one that no amount of physical healing could mend.

As Jarod\'s eyes widened and his breath quickened, it was not just the physical pain of his injuries that he felt. It was the crushing weight of his shattered trust, the gnawing fear of abandonment, and the paralyzing doubt in his own worth.

It was the internal scars that would take far longer to heal than any physical wound, and the realization that the battle he faced now was as much within his mind as it had been on the battlefield.

As his vision cleared, he saw a familiar, ethereal face hovering over him. His master, Ryan Chen, was there in his soul state, his expression a mix of concern and sternness. Shocked and confused, Jarod\'s mind raced with the recent nightmare of betrayal that had plagued his thoughts.

"Master Chen?" Jarod\'s voice was weak, barely above a whisper.

"Rest, Jarod. You\'ve been through a lot," Ryan Chen said, his voice calm yet carrying an undertone of urgency.

But Jarod\'s eyes widened, and his breath quickened. The fear and doubt that had gripped him during the battle resurfaced with full force. His mind replayed Aric\'s taunts and his master\'s absence. Overwhelmed, Jarod lost consciousness once again.

Hours later, Jarod awoke for the second time. This time, his mind was clearer, though his body still throbbed with pain. He sat up slowly, his eyes locking onto the spectral form of Ryan Chen, who was seated beside him.

"Master Chen," Jarod began, his voice stronger but laced with suspicion and hurt, "why didn\'t you come when I called for you during the battle?"

Ryan Chen sighed deeply, his eyes reflecting a sadness that Jarod had never seen before. "Jarod, there\'s much you don\'t understand."

"Then make me understand!" Jarod snapped, the frustration and confusion boiling over. "I called for you, and you didn\'t come. Do you know what that felt like? To think you had abandoned me?"

Ryan Chen\'s face hardened, though the sadness remained. "I was unable to help you because of a barrier—Aric\'s Soul Suppression Talisman. It created a barrier that blocked my presence and assistance."

Jarod\'s eyes widened in realization and anger. "So, Aric planned this all along?"

Ryan Chen nodded. "Yes, he did. He\'s cunning and resourceful. He knew isolating you would be the key to his victory."

Jarod\'s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. "And you couldn\'t find a way to break through? You, my master, the one who is supposed to protect and guide me?"

Ryan Chen\'s expression darkened, his patience wearing thin. "Do not question my abilities, Jarod. The talisman was powerful, and I was doing everything in my power to reach you."

Jarod\'s eyes burned with rage. "Everything in your power? It felt like nothing! It felt like you didn\'t care, like you had sided with Aric!"

Ryan Chen\'s eyes flashed with anger. "How dare you! I have done nothing but train and support you, and this is how you repay me? With baseless accusations?"

Jarod\'s voice rose, his emotions spilling over. "Baseless? I was there, alone, calling for you, and you didn\'t come! You have no idea what that felt like—the fear, the betrayal!"

Ryan Chen stood up, his face a mask of controlled fury. "You think this is easy for me? To see my disciple, whom I have poured years of training into, doubt my loyalty? If I could have been there, I would have. But you were facing an opponent who was prepared in ways you were not."

Jarod\'s shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of him. "I just... I just needed you, Master. I needed to know you were there for me."

Ryan Chen\'s expression softened slightly, but the tension remained. "I understand, Jarod. But you must also understand that not every battle can be won with brute strength. Aric exploited your weaknesses, and now you must learn from this."

Jarod looked away, the sting of his master\'s words cutting deep. "I don\'t know if I can trust you anymore."

Ryan Chen\'s face fell, a look of genuine hurt crossing his features. "You question my loyalty because of one failure? Have I not proven myself time and again?"

Jarod\'s eyes met his master\'s, the hurt and betrayal evident. "It\'s not just one failure. It\'s the doubt, the fear that you\'ll abandon me when I need you the most."

Ryan Chen took a deep breath, his anger giving way to regret. "Perhaps I have been too hard on you, expecting you to understand things beyond your years. But know this, Jarod: I have never and will never side with Aric. My loyalty lies with you, my disciple."

Jarod\'s anger began to dissipate, replaced by a weary resignation. "I hope you\'re right, Master. I hope I can believe that."

Ryan Chen placed a hand on Jarod\'s shoulder, his voice softening. "Rest now. We will talk more when you are stronger. And know that I regret any pain my absence has caused you."

As Ryan Chen turned to leave, Jarod\'s voice stopped him. "Master, there\'s something else."

Ryan Chen turned back, a question in his eyes. "What is it?"

Jarod\'s voice wavered, a mix of frustration and sorrow. "Sylvia... I have no say in her matter now, do I? If you had been there, if you had supported me, I would have had a chance to be with her. Now, because of Aric and this defeat, I\'ve lost everything."

Ryan Chen\'s expression darkened, guilt and anger flashing across his face. "Sylvia\'s situation is... complicated. But you\'re right. Had I been there, things might have been different. But blaming me won\'t change the outcome.

You must focus on what you can do next, not on what could have been."

Jarod\'s eyes filled with unshed tears, the weight of his loss pressing down on him. "I trusted you, Master. I believed in you. Now, I don\'t even know if you\'re on my side."

Ryan Chen\'s face hardened once more, the regret and anger evident. "Jarod, I regret taking you as my disciple if this is how little faith you have in me. I\'ve sacrificed much for you, and yet you stand here accusing me of betrayal. Perhaps you need to learn that trust goes both ways."