The Fighter felt as if something foreign had suddenly appeared inside his body, rampaging and tearing at him from within.
His face contorted in a grimace. He used his blade to prop himself up and released the Essence Blood stored in his heart, desperately trying to heal his wounds. But it was better left alone; the moment he tried, the damage intensified violently.
But he knew he couldn't stay here. He forced himself up with his blade and continued to stumble forward. He had only taken about twenty steps when he heard the sound of slow footsteps approaching from behind.
His body involuntarily stiffened. He turned his head and saw Chen Chuan walking toward him. Glancing into the distance, he saw that the other man who had fled in the opposite direction was already lying on the ground, his neck bent at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.
He knew there was no escape. Taking a deep breath and enduring the waves of pain racking his body, he knelt down.
