Before she could even confirm the extent of her injuries, Quan Gui'er relied on her powerful pain tolerance to do everything she could to keep her balance in midair.
And when she landed, she used the advantage of a human's ability to stand on two legs, pouring Soul Power into them as they scraped violently against the ground.
Even so, Gui'er's feet were only half a step from the boundary line.
Just a little more, and Quan Ni would have blasted her out of the arena with one hammer strike.
At that moment, Quan Ni's voice reached her ear.
"Are you all right? Are you hurt?
Sorry, I got too excited and didn't control my strength properly."
With a hint of apology, Quan Ni looked at Quan Gui'er worriedly.
If not for Quan Ni's sincere attitude, those words would have sounded exactly like a provocation.
No—perhaps precisely because they were so sincere, they could cut even deeper.
But in response, Quan Gui'er had no strength to refute her, nor any strength to get angry.
Because the gap in strength between them was just that huge.
At that moment, Quan Yi spoke up to remind her. "Xiao Ni, the battle isn't over yet. Before your opponent admits defeat or leaves the arena, don't let up on your attacks.
"Mercy to your enemy is cruelty to yourself.
"At the same time, it is also disrespect toward the person you are dueling."
Under Quan Yi's stern reprimand, Quan Ni seemed to have been scolded; her body stiffened, and her whole body burned hot.
The guilt and shame in her heart left her wanting to crawl into a hole.
"I'm sorry, Big Brother. I won't make that mistake again."
Quan Ni gripped her twin hammers tightly and, with unsettled emotion, shouted her resolve to