Dai Mubai struggled to get up, only to find a heart-rending pain tearing through his chest.
A claw wound deep enough to expose bone had been gouged across his heart, and the scorching power of flames was still relentlessly burning his internal organs.
Dai Mubai turned his head with difficulty and looked toward Ma Hongjun in the distance.
A fatal wound had been torn open across the other man's head by the White Tiger's claws. Blood poured out, staining the arena beneath him red.
The dark crimson feathers had lost all their luster, turning dim and lifeless, no longer carrying their former blazing heat.
"Boss Dai, you won. Dying by your hand is better than dying by someone else's."
Ma Hongjun struggled to raise his head. His clouded gaze rested on Dai Mubai, and a bitter yet relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
After stumbling through those words, Ma Hongjun's head tilted to the side, and all life left him.
Looking at Ma Hongjun's cold corpse, Dai Mubai felt as though countless steel needles were piercing his heart.
"You were ruthless enough too. You tore my heart apart. How could I possibly survive?"
Dai Mubai slowly closed his eyes, and the light of the White Tiger Martial Soul gradually faded.
The blood-colored arena slowly dissipated amid warped light, as though it had never existed, leaving behind only the stench of blood that filled the air and a cold, deathly silence.
Dai Mubai's burly body and Ma Hongjun's round figure fell straight down, tracing two miserable arcs through the air.
"Mubai! Fatty—!"
Tang San's roar tore through the air as Blue Silver Grass surged forth and wrapped around both of their bodies.
He rushed over like a madman, but all his fingertips met was cold, stiff flesh.
Divine