The onlookers were already in a state of tension, but for Hua Junfeng, who was directly involved, it was even more so; he couldn't help but tremble as he spoke:
"Liu... Liu Qi... My part is over, now it's all up to you..."
Although he had anticipated that Fan Hong would be a tough opponent, he hadn't expected him to be this tough, to the point that he simply couldn't handle it.
Fortunately, Liu Qi had many tricks up his sleeve and should be able to hold on for now, but it was uncertain whether there would be another way to make the opponent surrender later.
"Hmm."
With a solemn expression, Liu Qi placed his index finger in his mouth and uttered a muffled response.
Then, as he drew his finger out, several beads of blood emerged from the fingertip, rolling downward pulled by gravity.
However, as he began to draw talismans in mid-air, the blood flowed as if a floodgate had been opened, the blood beads pouring out incessantly, forming a continuous line of blood.