"How are you doing? Do you need to hold the fort?"
The referee on the stage first took a long breath and then looked at Nolan Wei with a headache-ridden yet troubled gaze.
On the surface, this guy looked intact, limbs all accounted for, suffering only flesh wounds; however, his internal organs had been seriously damaged during his final exchange with Zhang Jie.
This made the referee both headachy and anxious—as the animosity between the two sides seemed to be intensifying.
It was just an exchange match; was it necessary to go this far?
"Of course I'll hold!"
Nolan Wei used his arm to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritting his teeth in pain, "This kid, just a junior colonel, yet so damn impressive! Really fucking awesome."
He had almost been overpowered by this guy who had injured his hand, nearly getting knocked off the platform.
