After that first wound, Mo Yan's movements visibly began to slow.
Before long, two more fresh wounds appeared on his body.
But no one noticed that the greater the pain, the more sharply Mo Yan focused.
Gradually, Mo Yan adapted to Tan Li's rhythm once again, but his spiritual energy was almost exhausted. While repositioning, he swiftly swallowed a superior-grade Returning Spirit Pill.
Anxiety also began to show on Tan Li's face.
But the more anxious she grew, the more unsteady her mindset became, and openings appeared one after another. Mo Yan seized a gap and struck twice.
Tan Li began to bleed as well.
More time passed, until Tan Li's composure finally crumbled. As she fought, she shouted, "Why can't any of you leave me a way out?"
Many people below the arena began to look distressed.
Only Mo Yan's gaze remained firm, unaffected by anyone else.
Gradually, people below began whispering, "How cold-blooded. He's only twenty, isn't he? What's wrong with giving a senior a little leeway?"
Shu Bai looked at the person who found it so easy to talk when he wasn't the one bearing the burden and sneered. "I hope that one day, when you stand in the arena facing an older opponent, you'll voluntarily yield too."
The man immediately snapped, "How can you talk like that?"
Mockery also gleamed in Zhou Xing's eyes. "But at your age, you clearly won't have any chance to yield to anyone."
Lie Changfeng laughed too. "He's probably much like that female cultivator. That's why he feels her pain."
"Why don't you try it and see whether an enemy will spare you just because you're old?"
In the end, the man made a fool of himself and slunk away. This world never lacked sanctimonious do-gooders who liked to be generous