Inside the arena, two combatants were preparing to restart their duel.
Chen Yan rolled his injured wrist up and down a few times, letting Han Xuhan see the ease in his movements. But that psychological strike didn't really land as powerfully as Chen Yan might have hoped, since his injuries were nearly healed as well, thanks to the expensive pills.
Han Xuhan grinned at him and reached into his robe, pulling out a bundle of thin ropes. He placed each half of Chen Yan's saber sheath on the outer side of his forearms and tied the rope around them tightly.
The sheath was about three and a half inches wide, just about enough to protect his arms and fingers from being sliced off directly by a sudden slash. Now, both of his hands were partially protected, like wearing a pair of gauntlets.
There were also portions of the 'gauntlets' reaching several inches beyond his fists, forming dagger-like extensions.
