Qingyang had been keeping a close eye on Su Mingyu, and he was the first to notice that something was amiss.
Though her internal energy was profound, even the deepest well of strength could be depleted by such a battle; it was inevitable that she would be injured. Yet, she was a person of stubborn pride. Even back when she was just a guard, she had been notorious for her reckless disregard for her own life. Once she reached the battlefield, it was as if some seal had been broken, making her fight with a growing, frenzied intensity.
He had seen her in many states, but never this frail. When she raised her sword, her arm trembled noticeably, weak and unstable, yet she gritted her teeth and planted her feet firmly. If there hadn't been something wrong with her, given her marksmanship, how could a single arrow have merely grazed Muerke’s shoulder?
Chapter 32