"Senior Brother..."
Shen Yuxi's inner voice drifted into Chu Shihan's ears. It had lost the excitement from when he had been narrating the match; its warmth had plummeted, carrying an indescribable emotion.
Chu Shihan could not say what that feeling was. He only felt that the stagnant foul breath clogging his chest for so long had quietly loosened by a fraction at that low call.
"His injuries seem worse than I imagined..."
The inner voice continued drifting over, carrying belated realization, as though it had just pulled away from the bustle and finally seen the miserable state on the stage.
"Then again, without using spiritual power at all, Senior Brother Jing's specialty—joint techniques, locking techniques... those are all moves that dismantle people into pieces. Even if he held back, the pain must have been unavoidable."
"Would it have been better if I went up with Senior Brother?"
Listening to those thoughts, Chu Shihan suddenly did not know what expression to wear. Should he have been moved by this belated shared enmity, or should he have mocked this ill-timed fantasy?
"Though I really don't think I could have helped much. I don't have the Spellbreaking Sword Domain. If Senior Brother Jing dealt with me, he could just activate Myriad Forms Incarnation and grind me into the ground..."
There was a trace of self-mockery in that voice, as well as an expectation that could not be explained.
"I'd be more than willing to get intimate with Senior Brother Jing, though. Especially the limited edition moon-rabbit Senior Brother Jing with the slim waist and long legs—if those red eyes, so obedient they could kill without paying for it, stared at me, maybe I'd even get a chance to touch those super-soft ears and tail... Not to mention the smooth lines outlined by that