Some time later, outside Candlelight Arena.
Ligardel, having recovered a little with Spirit Candle Power, slowly woke from unconsciousness. The first thing he saw was Brother Mangzi's gleaming bald head, barely holding back laughter.
Ligardel sat up and rubbed his faintly aching head, still feeling somewhat groggy.
"Hiss—Teacher, I think I had a terrible Nightmare. I dreamed that I kept falling asleep and being frozen awake, unable to sleep no matter what—"
Brother Mangzi could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing.
"What terrible Nightmare? You got beaten so stupid you can't even tell where you are. Look around."
He pointed at the magnificent Candlelight Arena behind him.
Ligardel froze at his words. After glancing at Candlelight Arena, the memories from before finally came flooding back.
After recalling what had happened, Ligardel's face immediately fell, and his mood soured.
No exaggeration, what he had just gone through was the ultimate torture.
He had never experienced such a disgusting battle before. Even thinking about it now made him nauseous.
Ligardel could not even spare the excitement of having advanced in Spirit Combustion and become a Saint of Blazing Fire.
"So, how did this battle feel?"
Brother Mangzi teased.
He had warned Ligardel before, but the kid had been far too confident. Now that he had been taught a lesson, he should remember it.
However, he had still underestimated Ligardel's resolve.
"—It was fine."
Ligardel gritted his teeth.
Seeing that he still seemed unconvinced, Brother Mangzi shrugged and did not say much. "Then—rest up first, and keep fighting after that?"
Ligardel took a deep breath, then nodded.
He had planned to use the wagers from Candlelight Arena to make Brother Mangzi happy.
But not only had he gained nothing, he had even lost the initial stake Brother Mangzi had given