The Duel Outcome Determines Everyone's Fate

Li Xianyu rolled like a ball as startling trails of blood smeared across the ground. He rolled all the way beside Thunderbolt Battle Lady and the others. His injuries were already severe. With this jostling roll, he felt that the bones in his body had shattered and his internal organs rearranged themselves.

He curled up, trembling with pain. He had an impulse to curse. You Mingyu must have done this deliberately. She dragged him back with a lash of her whip and threw him out with another, as if playing with a top.

"Self-healing!" You Mingyu descended lightly in front of the crowd. The haggard face of the 80-year-old woman showed a look of appreciation. "I like your ability."

Li Xianyu said, "I don't like your personality."