"The finals, Lou Cheng wins!"
Since he still felt dizzy and disoriented, it took Lou Cheng a while to figure out what the referee was saying.
Did I win the game?
Did I defeat Han Zhifei with the last blow?
Am I still in the arena?
As all these thoughts flashed through Lou Cheng's mind, he finally found his bearings and got a clear view of his surroundings. He saw Hang Zhifei huffing in front of him, two footprints embedded in the floor behind him. He was in a broad arena with the referee standing nearby, who was familiar yet strange for him.
Sensing Lou Cheng's gaze, the referee gave him a kind smile before asking, "Are you okay?"
"I'm, I'm fine now," said Lou Cheng. He felt his mind numb and turn into chowder, which weakened his control of his lungs and throat, adding difficulty to his breathing pattern and causing him to make a series of gasps.
His eyelids were heavy as if he would immediately fall asleep.
