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Su Lin leaned on his sword, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently like a torn bellows.
"Damn it... why... why am I so tired!"
He cursed as he panted, feeling all his muscles ache and throb with fatigue, waves of weakness washing over him.
Zhao Yaxin looked at him with a complicated expression, walking over slowly:
"You're a Skin Lock Martial Artist, your Qi and Blood hasn't fully replenished, and you used your 'Soldier' to attack a Boss Level Mutant Beast, of course, you're tired."
Su Lin was too out of breath to speak, and could only respond with a helpless look.
He understood the reasoning, but experiencing this hollowing exhaustion firsthand still made him secretly grumble.
Zhao Yaxin hesitated for a moment, then finally stepped forward, reaching out to take the heavy long saber from his hand, then lifting one of his arms to drape it over her neck, letting his heavy body lean on her for support.
