Perhaps there was no ill-intent, just the pure passion of a martial arts enthusiast wanting to spar. However, the sparring between Secret Martial Artists is not just a slight touch, especially at the Fighter level.
Once they fall into an excited state with this level of strength, it cannot be contained. You can only follow your body's instinct to fight madly.
It's very common for one side to get killed in these bouts.
"I'm sorry, but you're the one who came to provoke me..." Amos coughed, covered his mouth with his left hand, blood seeping between his fingers. He took a step forward but stumbled over a rock, his body leaning forward.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out and grabbed his right hand.
Allowing Amos to regain his balance.
"Thank you," said Amos instinctively, his mind feeling like a mush after the fight. A second later, he felt something was off.
"No need to thank."
A familiar voice, deep and hoarse, sounded in his ear.
"You!"
