Bo Yi lay on the ground, unable to get up because of the injury to his hand. It took a moment for those outside the arena to run over. He sat on the ground, struggling to lift himself up with his hand, but as soon as he moved it, a piercing pain shot through his arm.
Besides his hand, it seemed like his leg was also injured. After all, being thrown to the ground at such speed, and with his tender skin, how could he endure such rough treatment?
Bo Yan looked down at him from above, his expression indifferent, "Does it hurt? Do you want a doctor? Shall I help you up?"
Bo Yi looked up at Bo Yan's indifferent face. Perhaps because of the pain, his facial expression appeared even more twisted, and he was close to exploding with anger.
