Su Yu stepped outside of the cave, breathing in the fresh air of the forest in the morning, looking at the clear dewdrops left on the tree leaves. His state of mind was suddenly without any worries or joys, no sentiment attached. He jerked both his arms, and suddenly, a crisp sound like popping beans resounded from his whole body.
In just one night, the injuries all over his body had completely healed, not even the slightest scar remained.
What's more, he felt that his body had subtly changed.
The day before, in his intense battle against York, York had frenziedly wrapped them in the bush full of traps. The sharp wooden stakes impaled both York and him, their bodies almost had a thousand holes. York died on the spot while he was luckier. Thanks to Su Yun's frenzied shouts and his own desperate determination, he managed to survive his brush with death.
