Victory

Xiao Lin had hurriedly made over ten bottles of basic recovery potions, and Cheng Ming had gulped all of it down in a flash. He even licked his lips and smacked his mouth. However, the others did not think that he was there to test out the taste. Basic recovery potions would have very limited effects on his injuries and, on top of drug resistance restricting it, the effects would be greatly weakened.

However, if Xiao Lin's words were true, and those potions did not produce any drug resistance, then even a miniscule effect would be equal to a strong potion after repeated usage.

Cheng Ming was feeling the effects. He suddenly widened his eyes, ignoring the protests of the therapists around him, he ripped apart the bandages on his body. On his bare body, there were still many scars of different sizes that remained from the first match. Even after an hour or two of treatment from the physicians, there was no way for it to completely recover in a short time.