I woke up in the medical tent, every nerve on fire.
"Don't move," Medical Disciple Wen's voice cut through the haze. "Your foundation damage is at forty-seven percent. You've been poisoned by Stage 9 toxins. And somehow you're still breathing despite all medical logic."
"Finals... when?"
"Six hours." Her expression was severe. "Lin Tian, you cannot fight. Your cultivation base is one more technique away from permanent collapse. Stage 8 to Stage 4 overnight. Is that worth a tournament?"
[MEDICAL ASSESSMENT: ACCURATE]
[FOUNDATION INTEGRITY: CRITICAL]
[ONE MORE MAJOR TECHNIQUE USE: 73% CHANCE OF PERMANENT DAMAGE]
[SHE'S NOT EXAGGERATING]
"Who won the other semifinal?"
"Chen Rou. Defeated Xiao Yue in four minutes, brilliant tactical victory." Medical Disciple Wen's tone softened. "Both Azure Peak disciples in finals means the sect wins regardless. You can forfeit with honor. Let Chen Rou take the championship. No one will blame you."
[FORFEIT: REASONABLE OPTION]
