บท 132: Joy and Desperation

After his skin ruptured, his arm had been twisted and broken.

His arms had been frozen, and now he was burned and his skin and flesh partially corroded.

If anyone were to tell Zayn that he would have to face all these types of injuries in less than five minutes, he would call that person a crazy maniac.

Unfortunately, that crazy maniac was totally right.

Zayn's body looked more like the landscape of a large battlefield after a war than an actual battlefield would look like after a full-blown war.

His mind was a mess, just like his body as well.

But that didn't mean he was allowed to give up yet. The referee had yet to determine the winner of the fight. If Manager Tilan wouldn't have acted like a piece of shit, Zayn would have considered remaining to lie on the ground and sleeping soundly.