The Spirit of Martial Arts

Huang Yize was dying to lunge forward and pull her out of the arena.

Looking at her now, his heart throbbed uncontrollably, as though something was hammering it constantly. It was a strong sensation, and he couldn't stop it.

Huang Yize thought that if the pain subsided, he would not be able to stop himself from running forward.

Just as Huang Yize stood up suddenly, Gu Zhengxun rushed over and pulled him back. "Hold yourself back."

Huang Yize pursed his lips coldly. "And what if I can't?"

"If you want the best for this girl, bear with it. She cannot rely on you for survival in this world. If you were to step in to settle every set back for her, she won't be able to grow."

Huang Yize's expression changed, but he still looked very cold.