I hadn't realized it until I saw it myself, but my body was riddled with holes, much like a damaged straw man, no wonder I felt so weak.
Such a frail body couldn't support the intensity of high-stakes combat, which meant that, from today onward, I was useless.
A trace of sadness flickered across my face; for a warrior, there was nothing more painful than being unable to wield the swords and knives I once cherished.
"Alas!" The usually proud and defiant Tiger King actually let out a long sigh, his eyes forlorn as if he had suddenly aged a great deal.
White Dragon looked at him and said, "You have awakened your bloodline, but because your mind was affected, it caused your vital energy to flow chaotically and damaged your body."
Tiger King nodded and said, "The situation was dire at the time, that bald monk's spell threw my mind into disarray, and I couldn't control this power."
