The sight of Yue Wen blasting Medicine Dragon apart with a single punch shocked everyone watching, both on camera and off.
Even the female referee's pupils trembled. She hurried forward to check on Second Ball. After that explosion of bloody mist, Second Ball had crashed to the ground, unconscious, his fate unknown.
The Female Referee leaped onto the ring and checked his pulse with both hands, only to discover that his physical condition was extremely strange.
He was no longer drawing breath, yet his pulse was still powerful, his blood surging like ocean waves. That huge burst of bloody mist would have left any normal person severely weakened, yet his blood still coursed as vigorously as a wild beast's.
But this was no good thing. Even as his breathing was about to cease, his body was forcibly maintaining its combat state, plundering what little vitality he had left.
"You've drugged yourself into something barely human." The Female Referee cursed with a frown, forcibly channeling a strand of true qi into him to protect his heart meridians.
Her job was to make sure nobody died in the ring under her supervision. Whether he could be saved afterward was up to the medical staff.
Soon, several medical workers in white coats rushed over with a stretcher. After a quick examination, they looked just as exasperated and hurriedly injected him with a drug to sustain his heart meridians and keep him breathing.
But once the drug entered Second Ball's body, his muscles forcibly absorbed it before it could reach his heart meridians.
"What's going on?" one medical worker exclaimed.
"His muscles and skin have probably undergone special modifications, giving them extremely strong absorption capabilities to extract the medicinal potions entering his body," an older, more experienced medic said with a frown. "When someone