At this moment, his body was covered in wounds, mostly concentrated on his abdomen and chest, resembling densely intertwined red lines.
Fortunately, these were all minor injuries, at most just cutting into the muscle, with no damage to any internal organs. Since Chen Shouyi was controlling the wounds to stay tightly closed, only a little blood oozed out.
These kinds of injuries were not even considered minor to him.
"Thick skin and strong flesh are indeed the hard truth," Chen Shouyi thought to himself:
"Even if I can't win, I can withstand the blows. If it were another Martial Artist, even with the exact same attributes as me, they'd probably be a cold corpse by now."
...
Sun Ding and the remaining few military Martial Artists hesitantly approached this side.
The area ahead had almost turned into ruins.
