On the bench, while the crowd cheered for the upcoming dueller, the two people on the bench were quiet.
Jang Shin held Tang Xinyang's wrist and checked if her body received internal injuries. There did not seem to be any serious internal injury.
Seeing her closely right now, he saw Tang Xinyang's sleeves and pants ripped in many places. The exposed white arms and legs were filled with red bruises. Especially her arm. It was starting to become green and blue.
Jang Shin frowned. He knew that this pain was nothing for Tang Xinyang, but to see the smooth and rosy skin become like this made his heart ache.
When he remembered that ruthless kick, Jang Shin lifted up Tang Xinyang's shirt without warning.
"W-what are you--!" Tang Xinyang blushed and immediately held his hand to put down her shirt, frantically looking around if anyone noticed.
However, Jang Shin already saw it.
