Zheng Jia Ru, as the surviving victor, also looked rather battered at this moment. His upper garment was completely shattered by the Qi Force. His body, which was initially completely red, returned to a normal human appearance as the accumulated power within was consumed. His right arm, which had clashed with Boss's punch, was twisted and deformed, the broken bones piercing the flesh, and wounds turned inside out with thickening blood trickling down.
"Cough! Ugh!" After a few dry coughs, Zheng Jia Ru could no longer suppress his internal injuries. As a mouthful of clotted blood spurted out, his body knelt down on one knee, taking deep breaths of fresh air and savoring the happiness of surviving a calamity.
Two figures floated down behind him at this time. Ye Ruozai, who carried Xia Yu out of the deep pit, placed her beside Zheng Jia Ru and, looking at the two injured people, teased Zheng Jia Ru, "Hundred-ton punch? Did you spend days thinking and came up with this name?"
