Shi Qian looked at him and only spat out three words.
Baili Xi was at a loss for words.
It wasn't that he was cold-hearted and didn't want to save the young man.
Instead, he felt this greedy young man courted death and was not worth saving.
However, Baili Xi saw Shi Qian's stubborn look. He had no choice but to take a small bottle from his pocket and give it to her.
Shi Qian stood up with the bottle and walked towards the resting area behind the arena.
The young man rested quietly on the sofa of the resting area with his eyes closed. Bruises impregnated his forehead and cheeks. Blood gushed at the corner of his mouth.
The young man's expression was calm. It was like he didn't feel the slightest pain.
"You can't continue competing." Shi Qian walked up to him and suddenly said.
The young man slowly opened his eyes when he heard the young lady speak. Shi Qian's presence stunned the young man.
'What a beautiful girl.'
