The referee marveled at Ning Zhu’s tenacity. His legs were a mass of raw, bleeding flesh, with white bone clearly visible. If the referee were in Ning Zhu’s shoes, he wouldn’t have stepped onto that patch of thorn-vines for all the world. How was that any different from walking barefoot on iron nails?
"What a ruthless little guy—ruthless to his enemies, and even more so to himself!" the referee thought with a sigh, then declared Ning Zhu the winner of the match.
Ning Zhu let out a breath and, lacking the strength to hold himself up any longer, tipped backward and collapsed. He had lasted this long purely on grit and a single, driving spark of willpower. Once the opponent conceded, that spark vanished, leaving him with no strength left to stand. Simultaneously, a searing, white-hot pain flooded his brain, unstoppable.
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