Tang Wen entered the arena carrying a bag of stones, a long saber strapped to his back.
The Blood Spear Awakened was sitting on the ground, a metal flask in hand, pouring a medicinal-smelling concoction into his mouth.
His eyes were bloodshot. Clearly, the continuous use of his Superpower had placed a significant mental strain on him.
"The ground's cold. You shouldn't be sitting there," Tang Wen said, his face a picture of sincerity.
The onlookers were taken aback.
'Why was he suddenly so concerned about his enemy?'
Then Tang Wen added, "You should kneel instead! Here, face this way."
"You're courting death!"
"Ha! Bring it on! We start right now. If you're one second late, you're a son of a bitch!" Tang Wen sneered.
The Awakened was furious, but he immediately caught on. "As if I'd fall for such an obvious taunt."
