Emily paced nervously, her heart racing as she glanced at Rain's injured arm.
'He's hurt…'
How could he keep fighting like this? Rain was strong, but he was still only a spiritual disciple. The injury was getting worse, and every punch he threw seemed to strain him more.
Her eyes darted to Xun Bufan. 'That Iron Sand Palm… It's more dangerous than anything Rain's ever faced.' She bit her lip, her mind filled with worry.
Xun Bufan felt the frustration growing inside him. He had entered this fight expecting a quick victory.
'This brat should've been done in a few moves.'
But Rain wasn't going down easily. In fact, his movements were sharp and calculated. It was almost like Rain was becoming stronger the longer they fought. Each attack Xun Bufan threw was met with precise counterattacks or solid defenses.
"What's going on? He's just a low-level disciple. How is he still standing?"
