"Stop!"
The Meridian General drew his sword and repelled the opponent, "He has already conceded, that's enough."
Wen Qiushi was forced back several steps and had to stop, "You're lucky!"
"Ah!"
Tang Yingke fell to the ground and began to wail.
His entire right arm was nearly severed, hanging on by just a sliver of flesh. Only the finest treasure medicine could heal such a wound. Even so, it would take at least a year and a half to recover, and to continue practicing Martial Arts would require even more time. In essence, the next two to three years — the most precious time for a young Martial Artist — was completely ruined!
Chen Sansi closed his eyes. The screams were especially clear, igniting a nameless fury within him.
Simply because Tang Yingke had helped him, did he deserve to be crippled?
Hadn't he already yielded enough?