Situ Nan was just putting on a facade of composure, but as soon as he returned to the group, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
As for Li Xinghun on the Battle Platform, he wasn't in much better shape.
His body swayed a few times before he barely managed to stabilize himself, only to spit out a mouthful of blood as well.
Not only was Li Xinghun physically injured, but what frustrated him even more was that he was suppressing a surge of anger in his chest that he couldn't release.
That scoundrel Situ Nan, knowing full well he couldn't beat him, had still fought as if his life depended on it. Wasn't this just deliberately trying to make his day worse?
Thinking about how this guy had forced him to use so many big moves, all to pave the way for Hengyue Sect's participants in the semifinals, Li Xinghun became even more incensed.
Yang Dingtian and the others had also seen through Situ Nan's intentions and were softly patting his back at this moment.
