The same injuries might have needed a dozen or more days to heal on the platform, but here, they could recover completely in just a few days.
He opened his eyes and let out a long breath of stale air.
Nine's voice came from beside him. "Awake?"
Li Bufan turned to look. Nine was leaning against a dead tree nearby, arms folded across his chest and a grass stem dangling from his mouth, looking utterly bored.
"Come on, kid."
Nine spat out the grass stem and beckoned to him. "Trade a few blows with me."
Li Bufan stood and stretched his limbs.
He did want to test his combat strength after recovering, so he nodded. "All right."
Five's voice came from atop the blue stone. "If you're going to fight, go somewhere else. Not here."
Li Bufan thought that was reasonable and nodded to Five. "Understood."
The two walked to an open stretch of gravel on the northern side of the valley.
It was far from the seated figures. The ground was somewhat uneven, but there was plenty of room.
Eighteen and Nineteen appeared from who knew where and found a high spot in the distance to sit and watch the fun.
Nine stood thirty feet across from Li Bufan, rolling his shoulders and wrists with a series of cracks.
His aura slowly rose, scorching blood qi power forming a faint crimson halo over his body.
Li Bufan also activated the Dragon Scale Armor. Golden dragon-scale patterns surfaced on his skin, with earth-yellow mountain patterns faintly visible beneath them.
"Come on." Nine grinned and struck first.
This time, Nine held nothing back.
His figure became a crimson afterimage, sweeping before Li Bufan in an instant. His right fist drove straight toward Li Bufan's face, wrapped in scorching force.
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