"This is getting serious!"
Su Sheng was sitting in a dark alley, leaning against the wall, slumped on the ground, feeling as if all his vital energy had been drained, making even moving his fingers difficult.
His clothes were tattered, with traces of blood on his arms and chest.
His right leg's jeans were torn open, revealing a long wound. He had been struck by seven swords, with the most severe blow sending fragments of spiritual energy into his right chest, penetrating an inch deep with Innate Energy.
If it hadn't been for the Iron Fir Fruit he had consumed, which made his internal organs extremely resilient, he wouldn't have been able to withstand it.
Fortunately, his face was spared any injury; even if he were truly disabled, he could still rely on his looks to get by.
He exhaled a turbid breath, having already treated himself with Silver Needle to stop the bleeding,
