The crowd cried out in alarm. In their eyes, the battle was already decided, and Lin Xuan was bound to lose.
But at that moment, someone exclaimed, "Wait, that doesn't look like Young Master Lin's blood!"
"Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting? If it's not Young Master Lin's blood, whose is it?" Lin Bahuang snapped coldly, and the others around him rolled their eyes.
Ru Meng, however, was startled. In the next instant, she activated her Soul Power to get a closer look. "It's really not the Young Master's blood!" she cried out in shock.
"What's going on? Are you sure?" Chasing Wind asked, stunned.
Wu Chen also frowned. "That's impossible."
"It's true!" Ru Meng said, her voice filled with excitement. "There are no wounds on the Young Master's hands at all. This blood isn't his!"
"That's great! The Young Master isn't injured!" Ru Meng had been in utter despair just a moment ago, but now she was so thrilled she could jump for joy.
