Thunder Court, Meng Zhang

The echoes of the crowd's cheers still reverberated in Jiang Ting's mind as he made his way back to the resting area. The match against Bai Ren had pushed him to his limits, but it had also ignited a deeper resolve within him. He knew that the road ahead would only get tougher, and he needed to be ready for whatever came next.

As he settled into a quiet corner, Zhao Song joined him, carrying a small wooden box. "Here, junior brother," Zhao Song said, handing the box to Jiang Ting. "These are some medicinal pills to help you recover your strength. You fought well, but you need to be at your best for the next round."

Jiang Ting opened the box to reveal a collection of small, round pills, each exuding a faint glow. He took one and swallowed it, feeling a warm energy spread through his body almost instantly. The fatigue from his battle began to melt away, replaced by a sense of renewed vigor.