When Simyon eventually made it back to the same spot as last time, his wobbling legs started to steady. He straightened them out and placed both of his hands by his side, determined to give it another go.
The audience members were worried because of his condition and the blood that came out of his mouth. An internal wound was no laughing matter.
Sure, Pagna warriors had stronger bodies. However, at the lower stage, they were still closer to being human than some type of martial arts god.
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