chapter 157 Saint

On the arena full of holes.

Chang Houde looked at the broken sword in his hand, his throat tasted fishy, ​​and he spurted out large mouthfuls of blood. His breath became weak, his face turned pale, and a large part of his chest collapsed. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

If he hadn't blocked the sword against his chest during the collision just now, he would probably not be able to stand on the ring now.

On the other hand, Maximilian Nathan's situation...