CRASH!
CRASH!!
Crushed stones and bricks slid and rolled across the ground, revealing a bloodstained figure staggering to his feet. A faint mist of blood drifted through the ruins, blending with the surrounding dust and smoke.
Yue Zhenhong and the others snapped back to reality, looking over with pleasant surprise. But soon, upon seeing his condition clearly, their faces paled in horror.
The figure in their line of sight appeared rather weak. His bronze chest and abdomen were nearly pierced through. Flesh was torn, and his sternum was shattered. Around the wound were charred, melted marks, as if some foreign power had invaded his flesh. Streams of fresh blood trickled down the sculpted lines of his muscles, staining the ground and the surrounding concrete debris red.
Such an injury would have been a near-fatal blow to any other Transcendence Level Martial Artist, leaving them completely unable to hold on.
RUSTLE...
