"Not only has Fan Qi tempered this physique into copper skin and iron bones, he can already control every piece of bone and flesh in his body. An ordinary martial artist's punches and kicks can hardly hurt him anymore. Earlier, he was merely testing Fan Zhong. Look, he hasn't even used his fists."
Huang Que stroked his chin and gave his assessment with a grave expression.
"I think what's most frightening about Fan Qi is that even though he knows Fan Zhong is weaker than him, he's still this cautious, without the slightest trace of underestimating his opponent."
Xu Taiping murmured.
As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed unblinkingly on the arena, unwilling to miss any detail of the two men's exchanges.
At his words, Huang Que gave Xu Taiping a long, searching look.
Just then, another uproar rose in the courtyard.
He looked up to see Fan Zhong, left with only one leg and a chest mangled into a bloody mess, push off the ground with his lone foot. With a boom, he leaped up and mounted the arena again.
"He's still going to fight?"
"If he just begs for mercy, the Manor Lord should still let him off."
Everyone broke into discussion.
A Life-and-Death Arena bout did not end when someone fell from the platform; only life and death decided victory and defeat. Thus, as long as Fan Zhong was not dead, he still had the right to challenge Fan Qi. But if he conceded of his own accord and Fan Qi was willing to accept it, he could still leave the arena alive.
Clearly, however, Fan Zhong had no intention of doing so.
"I'm very disappointed in you."
On the platform, Fan Qi assumed his fist stance as he looked with utter contempt at Fan Zhong across