The surrounding crowd was on edge, like arrows poised to be released, all waiting for a chance to save him. When they saw a glimmer of hope, they didn't hesitate at all, rushed over, grabbed Hua Chen's ankle, and pulled him out without caring whether he was in pain.
Once pulled out, he lost all support, his whole body went limp, and multiple bones were visibly broken and deformed. Even his left cheek was dented. This fight was too brutal.
And no one dared to say anything even though Fu Huaijin beat him so badly.
Both were acting voluntarily, and their contest was a battle to take the other's life.
After all, they signed a life-or-death contract in the first place, so their lives were essentially left to fate.
Being beaten like this only shows that one's skills are inferior.
Hua Chen never hid his ambition. He had provoked Fu Huaijin openly and secretly many times in the past, feeling that he was not worthy of sitting in that position. What was puzzling was that Fu Huaijin never responded to this.
Now they understand that true strength lies not only in peak physical ability, but also in the magnanimity and breadth of mind that inspire genuine respect.
No matter how arrogant you were before, if someone wants to mess with you, you'll have to obediently lower your noble head.
Just then, someone, for reasons unknown, maliciously shoved Su Yuxi, causing her to lose her balance and fall unexpectedly into a blood-soaked embrace.
Su Yuxi's screams were short and urgent. The excessive physical contact made her flustered. Her small hands frantically searched for support and finally landed on Fu Huaijin's strong shoulder. She hurriedly tried to stand up.
But the man reacted faster than she did, holding her tightly with his arms like iron hoops, refusing to loosen his grip no matter how much she struggled.
Like a puppy, he greedily sniffed the comforting scent emanating from her; it was his antidote, like a cool breeze gently caressing his heart, soothing his long-simmering violent impulses.
His eyes began to return to their original color, and he gradually calmed down and returned to normal.
The noise in the training hall gradually subsided, and everyone left, leaving only the two people in the center of the ring.
Su Yuxi could clearly feel the hostility surrounding Fu Huaijin fade away, and he returned to being a normal person.
She didn't know how long he had held her, only that her limbs had become stiff and uncomfortable, and her face was contorted with pain. Unable to bear it any longer, she raised her hand and gently patted his shoulder, cautiously asking, "Fu Huaijin, are you feeling better?"
Fu Huaijin slowly opened his eyes, his gaze returning to its usual coldness and self-control. He gently pushed the person in his arms away, staring blankly at his own body, which was covered in blood but unharmed.
The first time he was able to control himself in the middle of a frenzy, he knew that in addition to his own willpower, Su Yuxi's call to him was indispensable; it was she who suppressed his rage that wanted to tear everything apart.
All of this seems completely unfounded, but she did it.
Regardless, this is undoubtedly a major breakthrough for him.
Seeing that she could finally escape, Su Yuxi breathed a sigh of relief. She lifted her mask off and greedily inhaled the free air, shifting her body back slightly to create a safe distance between herself and him.
She was afraid that the man might suddenly lose control of his emotions and start hitting her; her small frame couldn't withstand two punches.
Fu Huaijin knew that today's events had frightened her, so he didn't rush to say anything to her, but instead let her calm down on her own.
Only when he saw the fear in her eyes gradually subside and calm down did he slowly stand up from the ground, walk to the side, pick up his clothes, and casually put them on. He couldn't button them up, so he had to leave them wide open.
He strode up to Su Yuxi, bent his noble back, and extended his hand, still stained with blood: "Get up?"
Su Yuxi raised her head, blinked lightly, and her pupils reflected the blood-covered man. His handsome face carried an indifferent air, untouched by the world. His silver hair, which had fallen out of place, was still stained with blood. The bloodstains on his chest and abdominal muscles were still wet, and against the backdrop of blood, they appeared even more powerful and vigorous, giving him a cold and bewitching aura. He was like a stunningly beautiful ghost that had just crawled out of a sea of blood from the underworld, so beautiful that it made one's heart tremble.
She stared at him intently, as if bewitched by his voice, and involuntarily raised her hand.
Her hands were also stained with blood that did not belong to her. When the two blood-stained hands touched, time seemed to freeze for a moment... Everything around them paled in comparison, but between them flowed a tacit understanding that transcended words.
...
Su Yuxi drove the car back to the villa. The night was as dark as ink, and the house was pitch black. Chu Juan had not returned home.
The car stopped at the gate, and she turned her head to look at Fu Huaijin, who was sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, not knowing if he was asleep.
The more she looked, the more irritated she became. She muttered to herself, "This man won't say where he lives. Even though I don't want to be with him, I have no choice but to bring him back. I can't just abandon him."
She sighed softly, didn't wake him, opened the car door herself, got out, and gently closed it again.
No sooner had she left than the person sitting in the car behind her frowned as if he were uncomfortable, his muscles twitching involuntarily. He slowly opened his eyes in pain, looked at the empty passenger seat, his face expressionless, and consciously opened the door and got out of the car.
The lights in the lobby were off, so Su Yuxi must have gone upstairs in the dark.
He didn't drive, but skillfully avoided all obstacles in the dark night and safely returned to his room.
The room remained dark and gloomy, with only his soft footsteps echoing in the quiet night. Exhausted, he walked to the bathroom, removed his blood-stained clothes, stood under the shower, turned on the faucet, closed his eyes, and let the cold rain patter on his body.
The situation on the other side was similar. Su Yuxi watched as blood gushed down the floor. She felt a moment of suffocation and quickly turned the water on full blast, cursing as she rubbed shower gel all over herself, squeezing it again and again until she was almost submerged in the bath bubbles before she stopped.
Half an hour later, Su Yuxi lay on her bed, curled up in a ball, staring at the dark wall with her big, bright eyes, silently repeating to herself: she wanted to sleep, so she would go to sleep right away and not remember anything when she woke up tomorrow morning.
But the more I tried to sleep, the clearer my mind became, filled with images of that irritable man.
She spat at herself. She hated him so much, so why was she thinking about him? She must have been scared.
She closed her eyes again and began counting the chicks, slowly falling asleep without realizing it.
She had just fallen asleep when the door was opened.
A figure quietly entered. The man who had been covered in blood had washed away his disheveled state and transformed back into the noble, elegant, and composed Young Master Fu.
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