However, he knew Ooyama Katsuhisa was crippled. His heart was almost completely destroyed. An injury this severe couldn't be healed to its peak condition, even with the best Healing Secret Medicine. He would be lucky if even half of his heart function could be restored. For a Martial Artist, this was a devastating blow.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes glinting with a cold light as he looked up at Zhao Xuanqi. The man stood on the fighting ring, his posture unchanged and his expression placid, betraying no hint of emotion or aura.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Then, a stream of Neon Martial Artists rushed forward. Seeing Ooyama Katsuhisa's condition, their eyes instantly blazed with killing intent as they glared at Zhao Xuanqi on the stage.
'He's not dead? I guess he has some skill.'
Zhao Xuanqi's expression was impassive. He ignored the murderous glares and simply turned to walk off the ring.
