Thick-Skinned and Tough, with Tremendous Recovery

The host used about one-tenth of his strength just now.

If it were anyone else, it would be far more than just spitting blood; they would probably have already died.

Below the arena, Nan Xiao stood side by side with Mo Quan, who had rushed to watch the match despite his serious injuries.

Mo Quan looked worried, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

He stared intently at the scene on the arena, and sighed softly, "I knew it..."

On the way here, he kept thinking that although his daughter was quite talented, she always spoke without any restraint.

Ran'er exceptionally strong, and she and Yuan'er are complete strangers. If they really fight, there's no guarantee she won't resort to ruthless tactics.

However, no one expected that these worries would become a reality so quickly.

Nan Xiao merely smiled upon hearing Mo Quan's words and did not respond.

At this moment, Mo Quan glanced at Nan Xiao, a slight movement that aggravated his wounds.

He gasped sharply, the hissing sound particularly clear in the air.

He gritted his teeth, steadied himself, and it took him a long time to suppress the discomfort caused by the pain.

Then she slowly said, "It must have been Yuan'er who brought it up, Ran'er isn't the type to actively compete with others."

As he spoke, he looked at Mo Xiyuan, who was sitting on the ground gasping for breath, sighed deeply, and shook his head helplessly.

"Besides, the difference in their cultivation levels is so vast. Apart from my reckless daughter, who else in the younger generation would have the courage to fight Ran'er?"

Nan Xiao nodded slightly, looked at Mo Xiyuan with a serious expression, then turned to Mo Quan and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you planning to take her to heal?"

Mo Quan waved his hand dismissively, saying casually, "No need, it's just a minor injury. Yuan'er will heal on her own in no time."

Nan Xiao's lips twitched slightly, his brows furrowed, and his gaze fell on Mo Xiyuan again.

This looks nothing like a minor injury.

He had witnessed firsthand the rumors that Mo Xiyuan could recover completely in a short time as long as she didn't die.

At this moment, a fierce glint flashed in Mo Quan's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning almost white.

He forced out a sentence through gritted teeth. "If I had half of Yuan'er's regenerative abilities, I would have killed that brat Mo Bin long ago!"

Nan Xiao said mercilessly, "You let your own son scheme against you, and you still have the nerve to say that?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Quan's eyes widened, stung by the words: "Heh, we've really known each other for too long, and you always speak so harshly."

Nan Xiao reached out and placed his hand firmly on Mo Quan's shoulder, saying in a calm tone, "These are all heartfelt words."

Mo Quan frowned, his expression slightly distorted. "Ouch, ouch, ouch! Let go, let go!"

He hurriedly reached out to pry Nan Xiao's hand away, "Are you doing this on purpose?!"

As he spoke, he stretched his shoulder where he had been patted, his expression returning to its usual calm, showing no anger.

Meanwhile, Mo Xiyuan had fully recovered.

She Nan Xunran with her head down and a sorrowful expression, her steps dragging as she slowly walked towards them.

Her face contorted with pain, her eyes dim and lifeless, she sighed frequently, inwardly lamenting. "All the points I painstakingly accumulated have been used to heal my wounds!"

Her gaze was fixed on Nan Xunran figure, and she silently vowed to herself: I will never again casually seek out others for sparring.

As expected, we should support the big boss. With that kind of fighting power, even ten thousand protagonists couldn't defeat him.

Seeing the two approaching from afar, Mo Quan strode forward to greet them, exclaiming loudly, "Ran'er, you're getting even more amazing!"

Mo Xiyuan, standing to the side, immediately objected, "Why don't you care about me?"

Mo Quan glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "You're tough as nails, your life won't be in danger."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Xiyuan's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

That look seemed to say, "I can't believe what I'm hearing."

After a long pause, she finally let out a helpless sigh and exclaimed, "... You really are my father."

Mo Quan crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin high.

He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't even care when your father was injured."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xiyuan's eyes flashed with a cunning glint.

She tilted her head, mimicking Mo Quan's tone and expression, and said vividly, "You're thick-skinned, your life won't be in danger."

Mo Quan's eyes widened, and he raised his hand in feigned anger, saying, "You rebellious daughter, how dare you mimic my speech!"

Mo Xiyuan made a face at Mo Quan and casually tossed her hair.

Nan Xiao stepped forward, his eyes filled with concern, and asked, "Yuan'er, are you alright?"

Mo Xiyuan quickly waved her hand and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, just a minor injury."

Upon hearing this, Nan Xiao said no more.

PS: Everyone wants to see if Mo Xiyuan lives or dies (^_^)