BAM—
Bing's powerful body was sent flying by Jiang Qiu's charge. He fell to the ground, his back skidding six paces with a harsh scraping sound.
Jiang Qiu, however, stood within the circle and slowly lowered the arms he had crossed before his chest. The Ice Armor covering them looked as if it were forged from blue steel, wisps of cold air drifting upward and shrouding him in a light mist.
That collision had surely shattered Bing's sternum.
It wasn't a major problem, though. The injury was treatable.
Certain herbal concoctions in the Northern Boundary could efficiently treat symptoms like bone fractures, and could even, to some extent, regenerate shattered bones.
Given the South Mountain Tribe's resources, it would doubtless be no issue for them.
Everyone followed Jiang Qiu's gaze to Bing, dumbfounded. Not a single person in the crowd whispered or murmured. Even an old man with a lame leg was frozen in place, stammering, "He's... thirteen?"
"Young Master!"
