Bottle

Lieutenant Unchai almost shouted when the Ef'i lost consciousness. Khan had won, but his expression froze when he saw his poor state.

Khan didn't stand up right away. He sat on the floor and inspected his condition while curses resounded in his mind. His chest was relatively okay, but his arms, hands, and back were a mess that would take longer than a day to heal.

The [Blood Shield] had prevented the Ef'i's attacks from leaving deep injuries, but Khan's skin had still paid a heavy price. The whips and the last beam had threatened to break his defensive technique, which sounded incredible considering the level of his ability.

Khan couldn't find intact skin on his palms and back. Blood accumulated on his burns due to the blood vessels that had shattered after he withdrew the [Blood Shield]. His heart beat faster than usual, and his chest felt heavy as the pain from his injuries intensified.