Yang Jing took a deep breath and walked up onto the arena.
His gaze fell upon Zhou Tong.
His opponent was also walking onto the arena, his movements slightly stiff. His left arm was pressed against his side, barely swinging at all. Dark bloodstains were faintly visible at his cuff. The injury was clearly hampering his movement, but on the surface, at least, it didn't look overly severe.
During the hour-long break just now, Yang Jing had been keeping a close eye on Zhou Tong.
He saw Zhou Tong take three Elixirs, after which the color returned to his face somewhat. Although the movement of his left arm was sluggish, it wasn't completely immobile.
An injury to bone and sinew is inherently slow to heal. Those Elixirs had clearly done little more than suppress the pain; they couldn't possibly root out the underlying damage.
Hard-style arts rely on full-body coordination. An impeded left arm was, ultimately, a major weakness.
