The blazing sun hung high.
Old Madam Situ barely managed to watch for a few moments before her mind reeled and the world spun around her, her face already turning pale.
"Third Aunt Grandmother!"
The boy beside her hurriedly steadied her.
He glanced again at the two men fighting in the arena. With a thought, he instead released a peaceful aura, using his inner strength to regulate the old woman's qi-blood.
Wu Jiu had been watching with his mouth dry. When he unexpectedly caught sight of the unaffected boy out of the corner of his eye, his expression changed slightly.
A Foresight Martial Artist?
The other experts had noticed as well. Every one of their expressions changed.
Liu Wudi swallowed dryly and said with a peculiar expression, "That kid's only fourteen, fifteen, or sixteen, isn't he? And he's already attained Foresight?"
Xu Baishi, Yang Shuang, and the others had been watching the arena intently. Suddenly, a low voice rang out among them. "There's blood!"
Beneath the sun, a string of blood droplets suddenly splashed to the ground, strikingly conspicuous.
Everyone outside the arena immediately perked up.
When martial artists reached a certain level of mastery, visible wounds were usually rare in their fights. Often, a single blow to a vital point was enough to decide the outcome.
And Lian Youming's body was extraordinarily tough. Even if someone broke through his protective inner strength, surface wounds would close in an instant. If an injury produced a spray of blood like this, it had to be internal.
Otherwise, it was Gan Xuansu who had been wounded.
He had forced open his bodily gates with Golden Needle Point Stimulation, wagering his life on victory. If he suffered any internal injury, his vital essence would escape beyond recovery, leaving him close to defeat.
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