Looking closely, Xiang Dingqian's whole body is covered with wounds, his skin burned and scarred, and large patches of his exposed flesh are charred.
By all rights, if this were a usual bout, he should have admitted defeat long ago, but Xiang Dingqian shows no intention of stopping.
"He's still not giving up?"
The spectators are shocked. Even Xiong Chunyang is moved by this sight.
"Even with Yao Imperial Envoy watching over the trial platform, ensuring no deaths occur, he'll be bedridden for days with injuries like these!"
"Ding Qian, give it up! It's just a spar!"
"..."
The crowd debates furiously, while Shi Zhongyu takes a few breaths, raises his head to see Xiang Dingqian standing up again, and frowns with concern.
"If you're going to stubbornly refuse to surrender, don't blame me!"
His eyes flash coldly, Star Power within Shi Zhongyu surges, and the roaring Fierce Flame sweeps out like a vortex.
"Meteor Divine Fist!"
