Lin Zhen immediately became wary. As a Martial Artist, unless he had gone through a battle that had drained him to an extreme degree, it was impossible for him to feel sleepy like an ordinary person.
If his bodily functions had not declined and he was not fatigued, how could he possibly feel drowsy?
There had to be something wrong here!
With a wave of his hand, a refreshing pill appeared in Lin Zhen's palm, and he swallowed it in one gulp.
Supported by the pill, both his energy and Mental Power became invigorated. For the time being, he would no longer feel sleepy.
Sitting on the bed, Lin Zhen truly realized that there was definitely something wrong with this Arena.
What benefit could they gain by making him fall unconscious?
The first thing Lin Zhen thought of was White Tiger Hall. They were the only ones likely to target him. The scenes from earlier flashed rapidly through his mind, and he vaguely recalled seeing the symbol of a white tiger's head around one of the corners.
"If I fall asleep, I won't be able to cultivate. These people want me to lose in the Arena, or never achieve a hundred victories. Then, in the end, I'll have no choice but to ask them for help."
Lin Zhen quickly guessed the truth, but guessing was one thing. At the moment, he had no way to break this situation.
Moreover, after the refreshing pill held on for a while, drowsiness came over him again.
"I'll sleep for a while first and see whether things are as I expected. I can't keep taking these pills forever."
Lin Zhen placed Xiao Gua beside him, gave it a piece of meat, and then fell heavily onto the bed.
In a corner, a hole