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Su Ye grimaced, feeling as though his right arm had almost gone numb. It wasn't just his blood vessels that had burst—the meridians inside his arm had snapped too.
"Your injury..."
The Heaven Mending Pavilion elder examined Su Ye's arm. The sight of it was horrifying: the muscles, meridians, and blood vessels were all damaged.
"Cut it off."
The elder looked at Su Ye, his expression full of shock and regret. "There's no chance of repairing this arm. Our Heaven Mending Pavilion has some powerful medicines that can help regrow your flesh."
They had thought this would be a simple spar, but no one had expected such a terrifying and brutal battle to erupt. Both sides had suffered grievously.
The many powerful figures around them looked at Su Ye's nearly ruined arm with shock and regret. But their regret differed from the Heaven Mending Pavilion elder's. He regretted that Su Ye's arm was ruined, while they regretted that only his arm had been ruined.
In another direction,
Shi Yi emerged from the rubble, radiance swirling around him. The scattered stones all exploded into powder. His black hair streamed in the wind, and though he had been sent flying just moments ago, he still carried himself with an invincible air.
Now he recalled Su Ye's punch. It hadn't been a Treasure Art, but simply the strength of his physical body. The punch hadn't struck him directly; the force of it had pierced the air and slammed into him.
"Cousin, are you all right?"
The people from the Martial King Mansion hurried over to Shi Yi. Shock filled their faces. They hadn't expected Shi Yi to lose.
"I'm fine,"
Shi Yi replied. Profound patterns surfaced in his eyes as he looked at Su Ye, and at Su