Adams admitted defeat, so Mo Qiong released him.
Adams only had flesh wounds, while Mo Qiong's lower body had already gone numb. He sat on the ground, baring his teeth in pain.
Adams had shown no mercy at all. He had stabbed straight through Mo Qiong's spine, severely damaging the nerves in his lumbar vertebrae. This was not something just any peripheral medical worker could treat; it required a Member-level specialist.
Still, as long as it could be treated, that was enough. Mo Qiong manipulated Adams's metal into a crutch and used one arm to support himself upright.
Adams, meanwhile, was jumping around energetically. At first glance, it looked as if he had won.
But this also showed from another angle that Mo Qiong had been completely at ease when he attacked. Adams, on the other hand, would not have had the slightest chance without using such a heavy hand. Even after going all out, he still had not won.
"Hey, brother, don't blame me for being rough. Jiang Long, take a look at him!" Adams touched the bloody holes in his body, sprayed on some ointment, and shouted.
Jiang Long was one of the Controllers, but he was also a Member who specialized in medicine.
Needles and thread flew about. Soon, he had reconnected Mo Qiong's nerves and corrected his twisted vertebrae.
Mo Qiong smiled. "What's the big deal? To be honest, if I hadn't seized control of your metal, you would have completely outclassed me in technique and experience alone."
Mo Qiong could not even perfectly cover his body with black armor. The way Adams had stretched the metal into nearly imperceptible threads also showed how meticulous his control was.
Adams still felt dissatisfied. He sighed. "I haven't even used all my skills. Tell me secretly—what exactly did