"Ah—" With a cry, Wells fell to the ground, and Chen Ziqian's mouth curled up as his right hand pressed down on the bleeding wound on his left hand.
Wells looked at Chen Ziqian, struggling to get up from the ground, "Didn't expect you to be so tough, still so strong even with injuries! Alright, take this, I won't hold back anymore!" Wells's gaze lingered on the four daggers on Chen Ziqian's limbs, a wicked smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
The fight resumed, with every punch from Wells aiming for the daggers on Chen Ziqian's body, each blow directed at his vitals. Chen Ziqian dodged with difficulty; though he managed to evade each time, his movements became noticeably slower, especially since his legs had barely moved at all.
"Yuanhang, who would have thought that Chen Ziqian could last so long? To endure such severe injuries and still hold on for this long?" Arthur leisurely sipped his tea.
