"There's someone here. He's badly hurt."
After securing the fifth key, Ye Chen passed through several more rooms. In room 1028, he found Qiu Ze, who had narrowly escaped a trap.
"He's hurt badly."
Qiu Ze had lost an arm, and a gruesome hole had been torn in his thigh, taking a large chunk of flesh with it.
Qiu Ze dragged himself across the floor, inch by painful inch. He knew his chances of surviving were slim, but he had not given up.
Ye Chen hurriedly used Acupoint Striking to stop the bleeding, then helped Qiu Ze sit up and sent some True Qi into him.
"Thank you. But you really shouldn't have saved me."
Color returned to Qiu Ze's face, and he looked much better. The True Qi could not heal him, but it could keep him alive.
Against an enemy, True Qi was a deadly force that could take a life with a flick of the hand. But when someone was sick or injured, it could heal and save them. It could even prolong the life of a person on the verge of death.
Chinese martial arts held profound depths. Qiu Ze had lost so much blood that the energy in his body was nearly spent. The True Qi Ye Chen sent into him was, in effect, a fresh supply of energy.
"What? You know me?" Ye Chen asked, puzzled.
Qiu Ze nodded. "We came into the Death Cube to kill you. But before we could even find you, we fell into a trap ourselves..." A bitter smile tugged at his face. He hid nothing as he told Ye Chen what had happened.
"Hmph. Billy brought it on himself. I can't believe East Owl sent people all the way here after us." Smoker gritted his teeth in anger.