"Look at me, I was hoping to stand up for you, but I got kicked down like this. I've lost face big time."

A young man with a similarly robust build and slightly dark skin walked over quickly; it was Geng Yu.

His expression was not good. He glared at Ye Chen in the arena, then patted Ling Changning's arm with concern.

"Brother Ning, how are you? Did that bastard use some kind of evil trick just now?"

Ling Changning waved his hand: "I don't know, but I suddenly felt much stronger, like I'd taken some kind of gunpowder."

Qin Xiao didn't speak, but slowly took out a pill from his pocket. It was warm in color and emitted a faint fragrance.

"Brother Ning, eat this. It will help improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

Ling Changning glanced at it, didn't look closely, took it and threw it into his mouth like a candy, swallowing it with a gulp.

"Thanks, bro. You even carry medicine with you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a gentle warmth suddenly spread from his dantian and quickly flow throughout his body. The suffocating pain in his chest dissipated at a visible speed, and even his sore buttocks seemed to feel less uncomfortable. His breathing also became smooth instantly.

"Holy crap!" Ling Changning's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but swear again, looking at Qin Xiao with astonishment. "Brother, what is this thing? Is it a magic pill? The effect is incredibly immediate!"

He moved his arms and legs and felt that apart from some pain in his skin, the turmoil in his internal blood and qi had mostly subsided.

Qin Xiao just smiled and said, "It's a little something given to me by my elders, for conditioning my body."

Standing in the middle of the field, Ye Chen's face darkened even more as he watched Ling Changning recover so quickly and still be making a ruckus.

He didn't win easily. Forcibly activating the secret technique made his breathing somewhat unstable. He thought that kick would be enough to make Ling Changning lie down for half a day, but he didn't expect the other party to be as if nothing had happened.

Nie Beini stood to the side with her arms crossed, a faint smile playing on her lips, her gaze towards Ye Chen filled with obvious scrutiny and a hint of disdain.

The Liu sisters, Qingyou and Qingrong, also frowned slightly, clearly uncomfortable with Ye Chen's dishonorable way of winning.

At this moment, the old steward of the Liu family walked forward unhurriedly, scanned the situation inside and outside the venue, paused for a moment on the energetic Ling Changning, and then looked at Ye Chen, the only one standing in the venue, and announced loudly.

"The second round of competition and martial arts exchange has ended."

He paused, his voice calm and even.

"The winner is Ye Chen!"

As the words fell, Ye Chen stood still, slightly raising his head, trying to show the posture of a victor, but the gazes cast around him were all different, far from the awe and worship he had expected.