Since the trial was not over yet, and the crisis was already resolved, Han Fei was no longer in a rush. After all, he was covered by Old Bai, who had beaten a big shot from the city easily.
Half a day later, Han Fei woke up from training, and his wounds were mostly recovered.
He was more heavily wounded than anybody else because the enemy gazed at him. He was still scared when he remembered the guy's look.
The moment Han Fei opened his eyes, he saw his teammates whispering to each other before him.
Zhang Xuanyu clicked his tongue. "Why do you think Han Fei lost his hair? His head is so shiny that even an Iron-Head Fish can't compare…"
Xia Xiaochan observed the back of Han Fei's head closely. "Of course, he can easily kill a bunch of Dragon-Headed Fish if he rammed his own head at them."
Le Renkuang asked curiously, "Can't he regrow his hair with spiritual energy? Or maybe it is his special quirk to remain bald?"
