After half an hour of rest, the competitors had all recovered their strength. The level 60 Priest had also fully healed the injuries they'd sustained during the fights, including the fingers and arms that had been chopped off.
They retrieved the severed bones and used a special method to put them back in place. Though this would leave permanent scars, at least the competitors would be whole again. But there was no restoring the bones the crazies had bitten off and swallowed.
"The second round is about to begin. Competitors, please draw your numbers. Once you have a number, proceed directly to the arena!"
Sun Busong drew number three. His opponent was competitor number eight.
Heavy Fist's previous opponent had been a healer, and their fight had lasted quite a while. In the end, he'd won only because his opponent had run out of Mana Value and had no choice but to forfeit.
Heavy Fist was pretty lucky. At this stage of the competition, all the competitors still standing were very strong.
And aside from him, nearly all the remaining competitors were professionals. Heavy Fist was already level 29, but he hadn't taken the trial to advance to a professional class. He was still an ordinary soldier.
"If you're in danger, surrender right away. You've already made it this far, which is no small feat. I know you're strong, but compared to a professional, your attacks are still too limited and weak."
"Don't worry. Give me another month. Once we've taken the Crystal Mine Cave, I'll go with you to Thunder Bluff!"
Before Heavy Fist had even drawn his number, Sun Busong patted him on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.
He was worried the Tauren might be too reckless. If his bull-headed temper took over and he decided to fight