The next day.
Afternoon, 1:50pm.
Martial Arts Association, Level C Building.
"Kid, the duel is about to begin, are you ready?"
Zhou Li walked out of the room.
Compared to his weakness a few days ago, he had considerably improved - his complexion had turned rosy after taking the Spirit Medicine Soup last night.
As he spoke, his breathing was evidently more robust.
Although the bowl of Spirit Medicine Soup didn't completely cure him,
the abundant Qi contained within it was enough to temporarily revitalize Zhou Li's weak body.
At this moment,
he looked at Chen Sheng on the field.
Chen Sheng was in a very bizarre pose.
His body was close to the ground, with his four limbs supporting his body and his back highly elevated.
His right leg was extended to the limit, looking as though it was not part of his body but a separate part.
Accompanied by Chen Sheng's long and powerful breaths,
