True Lord Yuan Hao's complexion began improving rapidly, visibly so.
But none of the True Lords present were easy to fool. They knew it was only because of a True Lord's formidable physical foundation that such results were possible.
Illness came crashing down like a mountain but left like unraveling silk; healing injuries followed the same principle.
With Yuan Hao injured like this, a complete recovery would be impossible without eighty to a hundred years.
If Feng Jun occasionally helped divine and adjust his treatment, the time might be shortened somewhat, but it would still take no less than fifty years.
So Yuan Hao's improvement was merely superficial. He basically had no chance of fighting again anytime soon, unless he truly no longer wanted to live.
But once Yuan Hao felt a little better, he immediately broke free of Feng Jun's control. "I'm fine."
Feng Jun was helpless as well. "Yi Jue is already stepping in. Shouldn't you at least get used to your current body first?"
Yuan Hao moved his body, and his expression changed slightly again. "Fine. The third match is mine."
He truly wanted to force himself into the fight, but he genuinely lacked the strength. It had little to do with his physical body, yet even circulating spiritual energy was difficult.
If he could not even wield spiritual energy smoothly, how could he fight the powerful True Lord Yuan Zhe?
He felt that it would take him at least a day to recover enough to force himself to fight.
As the saying went, the mighty power of Years was truly beyond ordinary people's imagination.
"You're not young anymore. Can you watch your mouth?" Feng Jun rolled his eyes. "Pah, what awful luck!"
Yuan Hao immediately fell silent. Yuan Zhe would have to defeat Yi Jue before