"What?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Qin Long was shocked and said, "There's such a strange illness in this world? Why have I never heard of it before?"
"This is a very ancient disease called Nocturnal Atrophy. It appears in one out of tens of millions of people, but once it appears, there's nothing you can do but wait to die."
Shen Lang looked at Qin Long and said, "Let me explain it to you this way. Luo Mingxuan's lifespan has two states. His daytime is the same as ours; for every second we pass, he passes one second. But his nighttime is ten times ours. For every second we pass, he passes ten seconds."
"Patients with Nocturnal Atrophy show no obvious changes during the day, but they age and weaken more and more at night until their life force is completely depleted."
Shen Lang fiddled with a training bayonet and sighed, "This is Luo Mingxuan's unspeakable secret."
Upon hearing Shen Lang's words, Qin Long sighed, "I've interacted with Luo Mingxuan many times. In my impression, he's a straightforward and generous person who laughs heartily without a care in the world. I never expected him to have such a tragic secret that he couldn't reveal to outsiders."
Shen Lang heard this and said, "Everyone has their own pain. It's just that many people can only see their own suffering and fail to notice the suffering of others. Luo Mingxuan is indeed a pitiable person."
"Bang—"
As Shen Lang was sighing, Han Qiluo, who was on stage, launched his second wave of attacks. Han Qiluo's fists rained down on Luo Mingxuan, forcing him to constantly evade.
Luo Mingxuan wanted to surrender again, but recalling Han Qiluo's words, he immediately dismissed the thought.
He understood Han Qiluo; this was someone who kept their word. If he dared to surrender, Han Qiluo would really find ten men to cheat on him ten times over.
"Since Qiluo, you won't let me surrender, then I won't surrender. After all, this is the last time I'll face you. I'll give it my all and make you lose convincingly."
Finally, Luo Mingxuan made his decision. Then, as if he had let go of everything, he stopped evading and charged forward.
Han Qiluo's fists were like a dense, impenetrable rain, but Luo Mingxuan blocked them all with his arms. Then, as Han Qiluo was about to launch his third round of attacks, Luo Mingxuan found a flaw and threw a punch at Han Qiluo's shoulder.
Luo Mingxuan's punch wasn't heavy, but it sent Han Qiluo reeling back three to four steps, his face filled with shock.
While Han Qiluo was still astonished, Luo Mingxuan quickly closed the distance and swept a leg at Han Qiluo. Seeing this, Han Qiluo leaped to avoid the sweeping leg, but quickly counterattacked, directly smashing his right elbow towards Luo Mingxuan's shoulder.
"Luo Mingxuan, after all these years, you're the first to make me feel like a man. Come on, after today's fight, we'll go our separate ways."
Han Qiluo had harbored a resentment and anger for years, and now he had finally found an outlet for it, so his attacks became incredibly fierce.
As his former lover, no one understood Han Qiluo's strength better than Luo Mingxuan. If Han Qiluo's elbow strike landed on his shoulder, it would probably shatter his clavicle instantly.
Over the years, Luo Mingxuan had been improving, and Han Qiluo had also been improving. Moreover, due to his condition, Luo Mingxuan's progress was far slower than Han Qiluo's. He was no match for Han Qiluo.
Luo Mingxuan's reaction speed was extremely fast, and he dodged the descending elbow strike. However, he couldn't avoid Han Qiluo's follow-up whip kick. He was swept five to six meters away by the whip kick and crashed heavily into the ring's guardrail, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Not good—"
Seeing this scene, Shen Lang's expression changed, and he said.
"What's not good?"
Seeing the horrified expression on Shen Lang's face, Qin Long's expression also changed, and he asked, "Brother Shen, have you noticed something?"
"Night ends, day breaks. Luo Mingxuan is going to die."
Shen Lang sighed and said.
"As the symptoms of Nocturnal Atrophy worsen, the aging will gradually extend from night to day. Luo Mingxuan has always had a vital energy suppressing the illness, but Han Qiluo's heavy blows have dispersed this energy. It's daytime now, but Luo Mingxuan will quickly age and then die."
As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Long's face turned extremely shocked. However, when Qin Long looked up at the stage, he saw that everything was exactly as Shen Lang had said. After Luo Mingxuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his black hair turned snow-white. Then, his face and hands became covered in wrinkles and the age spots of someone on the verge of death.
"This..."
Seeing this scene, Qin Long's expression was as shocked as it could be.
"How could this happen?"
Han Qiluo, who was on stage, also did not expect Luo Mingxuan to undergo such a transformation. His face turned pale with fright, and he said.
"Wh-what exactly happened?"
Han Qiluo looked at Luo Mingxuan and cautiously probed.
"Qiluo, it has nothing to do with you. This is my family's hereditary disease."
Luo Mingxuan looked at Han Qiluo and spoke with difficulty, "I discovered this strange illness not long after graduating from university. I knew I would eventually die, which is why I didn't choose to marry you. But it seems my time has come."
"Qiluo, I've never changed towards you. It's just that after contracting this strange illness, I can no longer give you happiness."
As these words were spoken, Han Qiluo burst into tears. She walked to Luo Mingxuan's side and supported him, saying, "Mingxuan, don't be discouraged. There must be a treatment."
"It's useless. My life has reached its end. No one in this world can save me."
Luo Mingxuan sighed and said.
"No, Lord Thor is here. He can definitely save you."
After saying this, Han Qiluo turned to look at Thor on the high platform and said, "Lord Thor, Luo Mingxuan has a strange illness. Please save him."
As she finished speaking, Thor on the high platform leaped down and appeared on the stage. However, upon seeing Luo Mingxuan's symptoms, he immediately sighed, "This is Nocturnal Atrophy, an incurable terminal illness. Luo Mingxuan has been ill for several years, and his life has reached its end. He cannot be saved."
As these words were spoken, Luo Mingxuan looked resigned, while Han Qiluo's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Nocturnal Atrophy?"
Hearing Thor's words, all sixteen of the Martial Guard Directors on stage had grim expressions. They were well-traveled and naturally knew what kind of strange disease that was; it was indeed incurable.
However, after their expressions changed, Song Shadao looked at Shen Lang in the audience and said, "Shen Lang, go up and take a look. See if Luo Mingxuan can still be saved."
Song Shadao knew that his nephew, in addition to his martial prowess, possessed terrifying medical skills.
"Uncle, no need to look too closely. I can tell you now that I can cure Luo Mingxuan's terminal illness."
Hearing his uncle's words, Shen Lang stood up and said.