When the crowd had calmed down, the rankings and rewards of everyone were announced. Those who had been injured were sent to the Pill Institute for treatment, and those who were not seriously injured could go home.
Wang Zijia was examined thoroughly by a Perfected Realm Martial Uncle from the Pill Institute, who confirmed that he didn't have any major issues. After consulting Wang Zijia, he didn't take him back to the Pill Institute, but instead gave him two injury healing pills.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wang Zijia left the square and returned to Biyi Court.
"Cough, cough!"
Wang Zijia, who had fallen to the ground, stirred his breath and coughed a few times, a trickle of fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
In today's battle, Wang Zijia almost exhausted all his conventional and visible skills, and he finally realized what it means to be a genius.
Even though he had a competitive edge, some people were not much weaker than him.
