Yu Hao staggered back several steps, his left hand clamped tightly over his agonizing right wrist. His face was white as paper, cold sweat instantly beading across his forehead. When he looked at Xiao Fan, his eyes were filled with shock, fear, and a trace of bewilderment.
"What... what just happened... I... I..."
He had lost? He, the legitimate son of the mighty Yu Family, had actually... been taken down in a single move after his opponent had yielded him two moves?
No, his opponent had not even truly made a move. He had merely struck one of his acupoints! The gap between them was... like an uncrossable chasm!
What was more, if the other man had not acted in time, the vile poison inside him might have run out of control and caused him to mutate... That would have been an ending a thousand, ten thousand times more painful than death.
A martial warrior against a spellcaster... This was what a complete rout looked like!
Even if spellcasters possessed techniques capable of breaking through a martial warrior's defenses, their physical reaction speed and close-quarters combat ability were worlds apart...
Of course, spellcasters had countless bizarre and dazzling methods... Among the myriad arts, there were also certain special techniques that could directly strengthen the spellcaster's body, granting them brute force comparable to a martial warrior's.
However, such techniques were exceedingly rare, and most belonged to crooked and unorthodox paths...
As a spellcaster, the reason Yu Hao had dared to enter the Nine Provinces Martial Tournament and contend against martial warriors was that he had once defeated quite a few eighth-rank martial warriors.
What he did not know was that the martial world was not all about fighting and killing—it was about human relationships and worldly ways!
Those sparring martial warriors