"Such serious injuries? Could it be that you fought Bodhi in the White Tiger Arena?"
When Zhang Chen returned to the entrance of his hotel room, Yu Ming from the neighboring room suddenly transmitted her voice to him.
"No. My opponent was the Bull Demon King from the Monster Realm. His physical strength was extremely formidable. I fought him using pure bodily strength, so I suffered considerable physical damage. But my body has also grown stronger. I'll probably need some time to recover."
"Chaos Bull Demon? He used to be a great general of the Monster Realm under the Candle Dragon. It seems you, Zhang Chen, helped him reclaim the vigor of his prime. What level do you think he can reach? To think he managed to injure you so badly." Yu Ming continued asking with considerable interest.
"If the Bull Demon had truly gone all out, he should be roughly comparable to the Blood Ancestor, the former Eighth Apostle."
"Is that so? It seems my expectations were still a little too high. Before the dead spirits, he would merely be slightly more advanced cannon fodder. Get some proper rest, Zhang Chen. Try to restore your body to its peak condition. Once we enter the finals, the two of us will represent the Five Evil Realm. Forget first place—at the very least, we should make the top five, right?"
"Mm."
Zhang Chen returned to his room, took off his shirt, and sat cross-legged on the bed.
After some simple repairs, Zhang Chen's body had mostly restored its internal organs and tissues. However, during his battle with the Bull Demon, his spiritual body had endured nearly four thousand direct punches. Every punch mark across his body contained internal force, and he could only disperse it through rapid blood circulation.
Yet while