He then looked around threateningly and swaggered off.
Judging by his bold demeanor, he seemed like the victor.
Jiang Wang was somewhat surprised as he watched his back.
He wasn't surprised by the man's attitude, but rather by his resilience...
If their positions were reversed, he doubted he could recover from such wounds quickly without a few days' rest.
Zhongli Yan merely patted his backside as if nothing had happened.
In his heart, he couldn't help but remind himself—if ever engaged in a life-and-death battle with martial arts cultivators, never give them a chance to recover their energy. They must be killed if possible, crippled if not, dismantling all possibilities of resistance before considering anything else.
The beautiful MC of the Gray Wolf Fighting Arena, Bian Man, was still passionately announcing the result.
But Jiang Wang had already turned and gracefully left the Qingyatai.
