Make a Little Profit

Jiang Ming, who was chatting and laughing with Zhang Lexuan, could feel all the gazes around him. But as an exceptionally outstanding man, he was already used to such looks. This was a process every outstanding man had to go through—maintaining a calm state of mind while standing on a stage watched by countless people.

Of course, the mess inside his body did not allow him to concern himself with too many other matters right now.

Simply sitting beside Zhang Lexuan and using distraction to avoid the pain radiating from all over his body was not enough.

His meridians, bones, and internal organs had all suffered severe damage in last night's battle. Even after recovering for a short while, he had yet to heal completely.

He needed to focus, suppress the pain in his body, and restrain the trembling his pain wanted to bring on.

At the very least, he could not show even a hint of weakness in public. That would invite even more terrifying disaster.

Little Spirit's Life Force and Rongrong's Qirong Tongtian Immortal Herb power were restoring Jiang Ming's body. In fact, it was precisely because of these two forces that his body had not collapsed under such immense strain.

Even so, the entire recovery process would still take some time.

On the competition stage, teams from two sects were engaged in a Team Battle.

Judging from the distribution of teams that had entered the Round-robin Tournament so far, there were clearly more sect teams than academy teams.

That was perfectly normal.

After all, sects trained disciples differently from how academies trained students. Sects were more specialized when nurturing their disciples, and they were more willing to invest resources. Those disciples were, after all, the sects' future.

Both sect teams had a Soul Emperor. In the previous