"The Blood-Iron Body of the Military Branch…" commented the leader of the Shadow Branch, his voice neutral.
"The cultivation technique does not merely harden the skin. It infuses blood Qi into the muscles, tendons, and bones, making them temporarily denser than forged iron. A technique that demands an innate affinity with blood in order not to destroy one's own body."
The other leaders did not reply, they simply kept their eyes fixed on the arena.
Lin Mo stepped back, staggering, his arm numb up to the elbow. The horror he felt in his arm was palpable. His best technique had been negated with a single strike. The disparity was monstrous, just as he had imagined.
Desperate, his mind spun. He could not compete head-on with brute strength.
He thought of some other way to attack. With a hoarse cry, he raised his own blade and made a quick, deep cut across his palm.
