The middle-aged man's right arm was severed, bloodied beyond control, and despite coming with bandages and healing pills, it was of no use.
How could one possibly heal from an amputation of an arm or a leg?
Ling Tianyu looked at the middle-aged man and walked over, his right hand swiftly stopping the bleeding, almost as if he had touched a pressure point, and the pain vanished as well.
"Where is the severed arm?" Ling Tianyu asked his father.
"Here it is," the elder hurriedly brought it over, handing over a bloodied arm, which his son had carried out from the arena.
Ling Tianyu caught the severed arm, examining its condition; it had been chopped off cleanly at the joint, with the meridians severed, but fortunately, it had been retrieved in time, otherwise reattaching it would have been impossible.
The middle-aged man gasped for air, the pain from the amputation was so intense it made him wish for death.
