章 391: Fun

"P-please," The second-level warrior weakly said as his hands tried to keep the long wound on his abdomen closed.

The blood coming out of the injury made everything too slippery, and the intestine pushed to come out without muscles and tendons to keep them still. The man often lost his grip, and a gory spectacle followed every time.

Initially, Khan remained silent. His cold eyes ran over the injured man without meeting his gaze. His inspection went past the mere flesh and tried to evaluate his opponent's condition. The second-level warrior could survive as long as he received medical attention.

"Do you want to live?" Khan eventually asked while crouching toward the man.

The man tried to say something, but blood accumulated in his throat and turned his words into a cough. One of his hands reached for his mouth, but doing so made the gap on his abdomen open.