Listening to Pan Sanshi's mocking laughter, Han Yu's heart felt as though it was being carved with knives.
As the other had said, if it hadn't been for his being too clever for his own good, letting the weakest, Chen Wenhua, take his place in the arena, Chen Wenhua wouldn't have been tormented in such a manner, let alone end up in his current predicament.
Chen Wenhua's condition was very serious, not only were his limbs broken, but his chest also had a large hole, and the most serious was the severe damage to his internal organs like the heart and lungs—it was completely beyond saving!
Looking at Chen Wenhua, who was breathing rapidly and covered in blood, Han Yu couldn't help but burst into tears, loosening his trembling hands, he squeezed out three words through clenched teeth, "I'm—so—sorry—"
"Han... Master Han, I... I have no regrets..."
