Blood Fetus Loan

Late at night.

Zhang Chen was resting in his room in the front courtyard of Shen Hou Mansion.

Lian Yuxin had long since fallen asleep due to her injuries and the excessive physical exertion from today's match. In Zhang Chen's room, Tomie slowly condensed outside his body through the blood crystal. Shen Hou, who was cultivating while suspended in the mental power training room, seemed to sense Tomie's bloody aura and slightly opened his eyes before slowly closing them again, no longer paying attention.

"There are still five days until the final match begins. We have a major problem now."

Zhang Chen removed the bracelet from his right arm. The bracelet forged by Evil Mouth Elder bore obvious cracks and chips, naturally damage sustained during his earlier match against Zhu Huan.

At first, Zhang Chen had not thought much of it. He had treated the weapon as part of his own body, believing that no matter how badly it was damaged, he could restore it with blood energy. But tonight, when he finally examined it closely, he realized how wrong he had been. Its special construction could not be repaired simply by using a little of the Soul Stone's power to provide tooth material and reconnecting it with flesh and blood.

If Evil Mouth Elder himself had seen the damage to the tooth blade—White Fang—he would have been shocked. Its blade had been formed by refining extraordinarily sturdy dentin in the digestive fluid of Zhang Chen's Maw for seven days and seven nights, compressing it into shape. It was also stabilized by a remnant soul from the Maw Realm. It should have been impossible for it to suffer such severe damage.

It was simply that Zhu Huan's black blade was too unusual, enough to move even the Bone Doctor.

"What