Have I won? Li Yifei stood there, struggling to raise his hand to wipe his eyes, only to find it covered with blood. He tried to wipe it off, but the more he wiped, the blurrier it became. He then grabbed a corner of his clothes, pulled it up to wipe his face clean, and realized that quite a bit of blood had just flowed.
Sniffing, Li Yifei grinned, chuckling softly. His voice was faint, but it was indeed a chuckle, albeit a strained one. The hot and cold energies inside him were still at play, so after jumping out of the pit, he remained motionless because it was too painful. That loud shout earlier had expelled a lot of excess energy, making him feel a bit better.
If he were to use a metaphor, he now felt like an inflated balloon, inflated with nitrogen, ready to explode at any moment.
