Fang Ping now knew why Red Camellia Snake had said what she said yesterday: It was because nobody will need more than two pieces, so there was no need to say it.
On one hand, it was because his body was injured, he could not use it for too long. On the other hand, it was the kind of pain that went deep into his muscles and tore from the inside. Fang Ping did not want to try again.
Beside him, Andre's body swayed and he hurriedly supported himself with his hand, almost falling down. His expression was ferocious.
Red Camellia Snake walked over. "Two minutes. Not bad. Let me see how many Flame Rocks you have left."
Andre paused for a moment and opened his hand. The flame flint was almost half its original size.
"It's quite efficient to be able to do this without the protection of the Magic Shield. Can you still stand?"
Andre tried. It was a little difficult, but he still staggered to his feet.
"Your physique is really good."
