Fang Hao had publicly floored Sun Tianqi on the arena, venting his pent-up frustration, but this had also pushed him squarely into the limelight.
The moment he stepped off the stage, he was immediately submerged in a sea of gazes.
There were looks of admiration, curiosity, and resentment; naturally, there were also the dagger-like glares from the Sun Family side.
He couldn't be bothered to pay them any mind, flopping back into his seat, swallowing a Medicinal Pill, and focusing his attention inward to seize the time to regulate his breathing and recover.
While that fight looked like a clean win, he knew better; he had exhausted seventy or eighty percent of his spiritual energy, and his Divine Soul was slightly overdrawn.
His left shoulder had been grazed by the aftermath of a lightning Spell, and it was still tingling, so he needed to treat it immediately.
