The Result of One Strike, Robin vs. God of Cookery

"Hey, easy."

In the Audience Seats, the "Mountaineer," who had just come off the stage, was rolling up her shirt hem while Xiao Yun treated her.

A hideous wound slanted upward from the left side of her lower abdomen all the way to beneath her right ribs, nearly cutting her in half at the waist.

If not for the effect of [Super Adaptive Malleable Body], which had avoided most of the damage for her, the "Mountaineer" would probably have been split in two right there on the Arena.

Although God of Fairness and Judgment had promised that no one would die, taking a blow like that still clearly hadn't been pleasant.

Wearing gloves, Xiao Yun slowly used tweezers to stuff the intestines that had spilled out back into her body. Then she reached out.

"Needle and thread."

"Coming right up!"

Li Nian answered and handed Xiao Yun a sterilized surgical needle and thread.

Xiao Yun quickly stitched up the Mountaineer's lower abdomen, layer by layer.

Her stitches were beautiful. The medical sutures separately closed the muscle and skin layers. Once the wound was completely sealed, she sprinkled Old Zhou's friendly contribution, [Golden Wound Powder], over it, wrapped it twice with bandages, and lowered the Mountaineer's shirt hem.

"All done. Don't get it wet or do any strenuous exercise for the next few days... Gentlemen, you can sit down now."

As Xiao Yun spoke, the men of the "Freedom Alliance," who had formed a wall with their backs to the Mountaineer, sat down.

Qianhuan looked at the Mountaineer's bloodless face and pale lips and spoke helplessly. "Can you settle down now?"

The Mountaineer bared her teeth. "What do you mean, settle down? When have I ever not been settled?"

"Have you ever settled down?" God of Cookery said sourly. "You healed