His breath was weak, like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. He said intermittently, "You are trying to stop all this, it is simply a fool's dream. This is an unavoidable disaster, the entire Martial Arts world is about to plunge into endless darkness..."
Before he could finish, he suddenly coughed up blood, the blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering onto his tattered lapel with a "puff" sound. The bright red on the grey clothing appeared especially glaring, just like a tragic painting.
