บท 92: Chapter 91: King of the White Tower (Part 13)_1

"The competition will start soon, Mr. Fu, we should be heading off—Ah, your hand!"

By the evening of the next day, the female priestess who came to escort Fu Qian to the arena had her mouth covered in shock once more.

Fu Qian followed her gaze and understood why she was surprised.

In just one night, the water-blue imprint had spread from his palm to his entire upper arm.

The peculiar scent had become even stronger.

Not only that, but every place covered by the imprint felt as if countless tiny insects were nibbling away at the flesh.

Fortunately, the erosion was not deep, at least for now.

It wasn't difficult to deal with this thing, it just required shedding the affected layer of skin.

For Fu Qian as he was now, it was nothing short of easy.

But he didn't want to do that.

The reason was very simple—today was the day of the finals.

It would be his first attempt to take down Bai Jinting.

The thing would soon come in handy.