Dozens of figures quickly flew up.
In the blink of an eye, Hasklovsky and the other soldiers who were watching the battle had already flown out of the lake and landed on the shore.
Everyone turned around and saw that the small lake that was completely covered by the extremely thick ice earlier had already revealed a large area of the water. Among them, many large pieces of ice and ice fragments were floating in the lake.
However, Chu Nan did not retreat immediately. At this moment, he was standing on an ice floe and frowning as he looked into the distance.
On an ice floe about fifty meters away from him, near the edge of the small lake, Ji Moyev was lying motionless. Blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he was heavily injured.
Chu Nan felt a little regretful.
In the punch just now, he had used the fifth level of the Nine Revolutions Technique after completely opening all his meridians in battle for the first time. The power erupted was more than ten times stronger than the punch that defeated Maruk back then.
Although Ji Moyev was also powerful and his casual physical strength was comparable to ordinary second-stage Internal Breath Martial Artists, he did not seem to be especially powerful.
Due to the strength he had displayed earlier, Chu Nan had made a wrong judgment of his strength, causing the power of his punch to be too strong. It was likely that Ji Moyev had already suffered considerable internal injuries.
If it was an enemy, Chu Nan naturally would not feel any guilt or regret. However, Ji Moyev was one of Marshal Chemekov’s personal guards and he was only sparring with him. It was a little unreasonable for him to be so heavy-handed.
At first, everyone felt that there was no problem. Ji Moyev should quickly get up and continue fighting.
However, after waiting for a while, Ji Moyev still did not move. Only then did everyone worry.
A few soldiers who were on good terms with Ji Moyev flew up and landed on the ice where he was. They squatted down and were immediately shocked.
At this moment, Ji Moyev’s face was pale and his breathing was weak. Blood was flowing out of the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had already suffered considerable internal injuries.
Moreover, his right forearm had been bent at a 90-degree angle. Clearly, it had been forcefully broken by the punch he had exchanged with Chu Nan.
The soldiers looked at each other and saw the shock in each other’s eyes.
Although Ji Moyev’s strength was far from the strongest in the Guards Legion, he was still considered above average. Ordinary people could easily deal with third-stage Internal Breath Martial Artists. He could even fight fourth-stage or even fifth-stage Internal Breath Martial Artists.
However, now, he had actually been defeated in the head-on battle that he was best at. Moreover, he had lost so miserably. It was really unbelievable.
That thin kid was actually so strong!
Seeing that Ji Moyev was very injured, the soldiers did not dare to be negligent. They carefully carried him to the shore.
Hasklovsky walked over and checked for a moment, frowning.
“His injuries are very serious and he has to be treated immediately. There’s no place here or Trenshenko can treat him. We have to transport him to the nearest large city, Kraskejalsno.”
The soldiers were well-trained, so a few of them immediately received the order and left.
Chu Nan watched as they carried Ji Moyev to the shore and watched as Hasklovsky instructed his subordinates to be busy. He thought for a moment and came to the shore. He hesitated for a moment before asking.
“Excuse me… is there anything I can help with?”
The soldiers turned to look at him with complicated expressions. A few of them had unfriendly gazes.
This little guy who did not look powerful at all was actually able to heavily injure Ji Moyev in a head-on confrontation. It was really beyond their expectations.
However, Ji Moyev was their close comrade after all. Now that he was beaten up by Chu Nan in front of them, they naturally would not give him any face.
“There’s no need.” Hasklovsky waved his hand at Chu Nan, “It’s only a small injury. This often happens during training. It’s not a big deal.”
Chu Nan secretly clicked his tongue.
Ji Moyev had suffered such a serious injury, but it actually happened often. Wasn’t it a big deal?
What training was the Marshal’s personal Guards Legion usually doing…
However, he still insisted, “Let me try. I might be able to treat him.”
“Hmm?” Hasklovsky and the other soldiers looked at Chu Nan in surprise, “You can treat him? How can you treat him?”
Chu Nan did not answer and walked to Ji Moyev’s side. He stretched out his hand and pressed on his chest before extending a trace of Internal Breath.
A few soldiers wanted to stop him, but Hasklovsky reached out and stopped them.
Under the gazes of everyone, Chu Nan mobilized his Internal Breath with all his might. Soon, he found the frequency that was most suitable for Ji Moyev’s current injuries and activated it.
Whoosh!
Ji Moyev suddenly exhaled heavily and woke up.
He first looked around in confusion before being woken up by the intense pain in his body.
Looking down at the situation on his body, he quickly understood. He grinned at Chu Nan and raised his relatively intact left hand to give him a thumbs up.
“Very good, kid. You’re much stronger than I thought. I can’t defeat you.”
Chu Nan immediately smiled.
This Ji Moyev had an extremely straightforward personality.
“Don’t move, I’m healing you.” Chu Nan instructed.
“Heal? You know how to heal?” Ji Moyev looked at Chu Nan in shock and felt a strange Internal Breath circulating in his body.
As this Internal Breath circulated, his internal organs, which had been damaged by the punch he had thrown at Chu Nan, immediately felt much better. His pale face quickly regained its rosy color.
The group of people clearly saw the change in Ji Moyev and could not help but be surprised.
“Hey, kid, what Internal Breath cultivation method is this?” Ji Moyev could not help but ask.
Chu Nan glanced at him.
“It’s a secret.”
Ji Moyev and the other soldiers around him were a little dumbfounded. Hasklovsky could not help but laugh.
This Chu Nan was clearly taking revenge on him for saying that the fist technique Ji Moyev cultivated was a military secret.
However, Chu Nan could actually use his Internal Breath to clearly improve Ji Moyev’s injuries. Such a magical effect could not help but remind Hasklovsky of a person.
Among the martial artists he knew, only that person had such a magical and special Internal Breath cultivation method.
However, it was obvious that Chu Nan was not related to that person, so he could not help but feel curious.
This kid seemed to have many secrets on him.
