On the Evolver Plane, the rules of combat leaned closer to reality. Someone whose health had fallen to single digits generally could not keep fighting at full strength as though nothing had happened.
By Bai Xiaowen's reckoning, falling below 60% health was equivalent to being wounded: mobility and the use of Spirit Force both suffered. Below 30% was effectively a severe injury, with a steep drop in combat ability.
Below 10%, a person was little more than a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Health was therefore a crucial measure of combat strength. The stronger a person's constitution, the higher their maximum health. Rageclaw and a Bone Archer, for example, both had 100% health, but an attack that could kill the Bone Archer outright would only knock off about 20% of Rageclaw's health, assuming he had no Spirit Force protecting him. That was the difference.
And if a vital area was struck, causing a large, sudden loss of health, a corresponding abnormal condition would follow.
The caravan worker Bai Xiaowen had just hit in the back of the head had instantly lost 30% of his health. His vision had gone black, and he had collapsed.
Bai Xiaowen had not used any stunning skill.
Another caravan worker lunged at him. Bai Xiaowen drove a straight punch into his face, leaving it covered in blood and knocking him unconscious too.
The corners of the two Chen martial artists' eyes twitched. These were their own people from the Chen Caravan.
"Young Master Lü, please stop. We'll handle this."
One martial artist rushed forward. A wisp of dark yellow light gathered at his fingertip, and he tapped a caravan worker's chest. The man immediately stood motionless, like a stone statue.
It was somewhat like pressure-point strikes from a martial arts plane.
Bai Xiaowen's Eye of Evolution showed