The knuckles still had traces of blood, and the wrist was slightly fractured.
In the combat arena, a Lord would only be transmitted away when seriously injured or disabled.
Minor injuries were inevitable in many cases.
With everyone's physique, minor injuries would quickly heal.
Ba Shi was greatly shaken at heart; he was almost at the pinnacle of B-level, and with the same attributes, his strength and body were superior.
How could the second greatest fist in the world be so powerful?
Ba Shi felt as if he were electrified.
That sensation rushed to his forehead, affecting his combat awareness.
Yet Yi Tian hadn't drawn his sword; was he going to draw a knife?
In the chat room, many Lords were watching!
"Kill!"
In the end, Ba Shi didn't draw a knife. He stomped his foot and rushed towards Yi Tian.
The proactive Ba Shi's momentum became more ferocious.
Yi Tian roughly gauged Mad Lion's depth and prepared to take him off, ready to welcome a stronger opponent.
