Sweat poured down like rain, blood surged.
Even sitting still, the scorching sweat continued to flow, quickly soaking the ground. Knees, fingertips, and abdomen all trembled slightly, like the last autumn leaf clinging tightly to a treetop in a fierce wind, refusing to fall, the chest hot and burning.
The sensation of burning was coursing through the body.
It wasn't just Fuller.
Worse still, after intense confrontation and full exertion, the effects of injuries began to surface.
"Chris... Chris?"
Chris Jones had been gritting his teeth and holding on. Once he entered the locker room, he was limping, and it was obvious to anyone with eyes that his right leg muscle strain was getting worse, his whole body wobbling, almost unable to stand.
Frank Clark reached out to try to support Chris Jones, but Hill got there first, grabbing Chris Jones' swaying body.
