The arena was covered in blood.
Qin Feng stood quietly. His left hand, completely ruined, hung limp at his side, a mangled mess of flesh and blood—a shocking sight.
But his entire bearing remained extraordinary. He stood as straight as a spear, like an immovable mountain.
Far across from him, Lei Yi had collapsed against the Energy Shield at the edge of the arena. He gasped for breath, blood constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth and the wound on his shoulder blade.
He looked at Qin Feng. In his eyes, unfocused from blood loss, there was not a trace of resentment—only a deep, heartfelt admiration and awe.
"When it comes to a life-or-death battle… your experience… is far greater than mine."
Lei Yi coughed up a mouthful of bloody foam and continued in a hoarse voice, "That counter just now… You… you must have used it a few times, maybe even dozens of times, right?"
Qin Feng nodded slightly and answered calmly, "That's right."
