Not long after, the dust cleared, and everyone clearly saw the current situation of the two people. Chu Linfeng held a long sword and half-kneeled on the ground, blood continuously flowing from his mouth, with no trace of blood color on his face, clearly suffering from serious internal injuries.
As for the old man from the City Lord's Mansion, his situation was even more shocking. Although he was standing there, one arm was missing, and blood was continuously gushing from his shoulder.
His clothes were already stained red, and blood was also dripping from his mouth, his injuries even more severe than Chu Linfeng, on the verge of collapse.
Chu Linfeng slowly stood up at this moment, a victorious smile on his pale face. He knew that there was no way to kill the opponent today since he had no strength left in his body.
Standing up was entirely due to his indomitable will, but he had to pretend not to be seriously injured.
