In the following time, Xu Sandai kept getting injured, but he gritted his teeth and endured without conceding, as if he was planning to fight a war of attrition.
The stage was already stained with much fresh blood, and the scent of blood permeated the air, carrying a thick aura of grim resolve.
The audience had lost interest in the other stages and were wholeheartedly watching Xu Sandai, this man who was relentlessly resilient and fought battle after battle, giving them a palpable sense of blood-boiling experience.
A trace of pity flashed in Jian Wushuang's eyes as he advised, "You are a worthy opponent, but combat isn't solely about passion. When the strengths are mismatched, the result is always the same."
"Is that so? I don't believe it!"
Xu Sandai glared with bloodshot eyes, glaring at Jian Wushuang like a demonic spirit from Hell, his teeth bared whitely.
