An hour later, Mo Huasong jumped down from the arena.
After some cultivation, he was much better now, and flesh and blood were already sprouting from his fists.
But for a complete recovery, he figured he would need to go back and continue his cultivation.
However, Mo Huasong did not want to cultivate here; heading to the Intermediate Level Cultivation Room would allow him to absorb the Spiritual Energy more efficiently.
"Mo Batian, I admire you," Contestant Number One said as he saw Mo Huasong coming down, got up from the ground, and walked over to him.
Mo Huasong smiled and remarked, "What's there to admire? I'm just a bit luckier than others."
"That's not it. I know you're different," responded Contestant Number One politely. "Thank you for this time. Without you, I wouldn't have advanced."
"You're too polite. Your strength is very strong now; advancing would have been quite easy for you," said Mo Huasong with a chuckle.
