Leaning back on the kayak, Su Jin gasped for breath. Blood flowed continuously from the wound on his shoulder. Although the encounter was brief, the mental strain was immense. There was a significant information asymmetry between the two sides, but overall, he was at a disadvantage. The opponent was a seasoned combat expert with near-magical fighting abilities. If he understood the so-called Way of Magic, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

Under Su Jin's simple guidance, Yunlian controlled the steering rod, occasionally glancing at him. Du Wenyuan knelt beside him, worriedly asking, "Brother Wu, how are you doing? Do you have any cloth or something? I can help bandage you."

"Just apply some medicine and rest for a few days, it's nothing serious." Su Jin nodded slightly, taking out medical gauze and handing it to Du Wenyuan. He then poured alcohol over the wound. The intense pain exploded in his shoulder, and Su Jin gritted his teeth without a sound. Given his current physique, using alcohol for disinfection might not be necessary, but he needed to practice resistance and adaptation to pain. In non-life-threatening combat situations, pain is hard to ignore, and he still needed a lot of desensitization training.

Du Wenyuan supported Su Jin, wrapping the wound with gauze. Initially, her hand shrank back when touching his skin, but then she sped up, casually asking, "Brother Wu, I think I saw you pull out a beauty earlier... was that a person? How much did the immortal give you?"