"A one-hour rest. Both sides will regulate their breathing and prepare for battle!" After making the announcement, the middle-aged Official stepped aside.
Shen Lie wasted no time. He walked over to an empty spot, immediately pulled a porcelain vial from his robes, and tipped three dark-red elixirs into his mouth, swallowing them.
The elixirs dissolved the moment they entered his mouth. A warm medicinal energy slid down his throat and quickly spread throughout his body. The pain in his left arm immediately lessened, and his scattered Inner Strength began to slowly coalesce.
He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, formed a hand seal, and focused all his effort on circulating his internal energy to heal.
Although he had never considered Yang Jing a real threat, he wouldn't be the least bit careless now that it was time to fight for the top spot.
On the other side, Yang Jing was also adjusting his condition while secretly analyzing the patterns of Shen Lie's Mountain-Breaking Fist.
