"Xiao San!"
At the sight, Yu Xiaogang rushed to the edge of the platform and grabbed Tang San by the shoulder.
The moment his palm touched him, Tang San shuddered in pain, and another trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Yu Xiaogang hurriedly let go. Looking at his disciple's swollen face, his voice changed.
"Look at me, Xiao San! It's your teacher!"
Tang San did not answer.
He had not passed out, but he kept his eyes lowered. Those fists seemed to still be coming at him. Whenever anyone approached, his shoulders tightened beyond his control.
Only when Yu Xiaogang called him again did he manage to raise a hand and point to his back.
"Teacher... my Eight Spider Lances are gone."
Yu Xiaogang's heart sank. He quickly caught Tang San's hand.
"Don't think about that yet. We need to stabilize your injuries first."
"I can't feel them anymore."
Tang San seemed not to hear him and kept repeating the words. He tried circulating his Soul Power again. A sprig of Blue Silver Grass grew beside his foot, but nothing responded from his back.
Yu Xiaogang watched, his throat tightening. Those were External Soul Bones that could keep growing!
He had told Tang San more than once how precious that opportunity was. Now all that remained on the Soul Fighting Platform were broken lances scattered across the ground.
Yu Xiaogang snapped his head up.
Dai Mubai's face was covered in blood. Ma Hongjun lay on a stretcher, unable even to roll over without help.
Tai Long clutched his stomach, Yu Tianheng could not stop coughing, and the hand Oscar held out was wrapped in bloodstained bandages.
They had set out with their chests puffed up, eager to make a name for themselves before the whole city.