At this moment, everyone at the training ground turned their heads at the sound.
Li Qiao, with her hands tucked into the pockets of her assault jacket, approached the ring with a cool and indifferent expression.
Liuyun was right, if she had arrived an hour later, Luoyu, in her current state, might not have been able to walk out of the training room.
No one knew just how long they had been fighting.
Sweat dripped continuously from Luoyu's training uniform, as if it had been washed with water, and her left arm bore several smeared traces of blood, including two bruises, one on her cheekbone and another on her brow bone, weak and wretched.
Li Qiao pursed her lips and withdrew her gaze, while Luoyu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing her. Her figure swayed slightly, and the next second, she kneeled on the ring, utterly exhausted.
There was silence in the vast training room.
