"Mother... Mother..."
Luo Qingtong heard his lips gently wriggling, constantly whispering something in a low voice.
Those eyes, with a scattered gaze that regathered and then dispersed again, over and over.
As if some obsessive determination was supporting him, making him unwilling to just give up and die.
"Tsk, the idiot on the stage is struggling so hard it's almost unbearable to watch."
"Yeah! We've all seen life and death, blood in and blood out, who the hell hasn't? But watching this idiot makes it damn hard to be ruthless! No matter what, he's a goner this time!"
"Sigh! It's because he's too stubborn to take advice! Already so badly injured, even lying still he might not live, yet he insists on continuing the combat! Well, look at him now! He's just gifting his life and money to others! No one in this entire place is betting on him winning! What's the use of struggling like this? His mother is already dead, beyond saving! This stupid kid!"
