"That's enough, stop now, young man." Song Taosheng waited for a moment longer, seeing that Ning Zhuo showed no signs of stopping, he finally spoke up again and called Ning Zhuo to halt.
Ning Zhuo's thigh was a bloody mess. After being reminded, he opened his eyes, paused for a moment, and only then realized he had already won.
Song Taosheng, with a gentle expression, asked Ning Zhuo for his name while casting a healing spell.
The wounds on Ning Zhuo's body began to rapidly recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This rate of recovery caused a flash of surprise in Song Taosheng's eyes, as he thought to himself, "This youngster's physical foundation is quite remarkable!"
Ning Zhuo bowed to Song Taosheng, first expressing his gratitude, then respectfully answering with his name.
Song Taosheng took out three ink sticks and a jade slip.
