Tang Wulin said, “No, it’s fine. Don’t forget about the match in the afternoon. I might not be able to battle, but you guys still can. Do your best for me! I’ve already been eliminated from the individual competition, so I only have the team competition left.”
Gu Yue was dumbfounded. “You still want to compete?”
“Of course! You don’t have to worry; I’m fine. They’re just flesh wounds. I’ll be all better by tomorrow.” A strange emotion welled in his heart.
When he tried to move his body a while ago, he was hit with waves of ache, followed by an eerie numbness that faded into an itch. However, this was a good sign. It meant he was healing quickly.
Wu Zhangkong’s eyes narrowed. “You felt it too?”
“Huh?” Tang Wulin made a confused face.