The crowd's gaze flickered back and forth between Gu Qing and Ning Zhuo.
Most people knew about the conflict between the two of them. So, these eyes were full of meaning and interest.
Watching a spectacle is almost a universal human nature.
"Huff huff huff..."
Gu Qing's breath was heavy, his eyes bloodshot. He had been consuming elixirs too intensively earlier, and now the accumulated side effects were constantly surfacing.
There was a sickly flush on his face, and fine beads of sweat were seeping from his forehead. His temples throbbed, accompanied by a drum-like heartbeat that also pulsed along. Each beat brought with it a piercing pain, tormenting Gu Qing's nerves.
His previously meticulous long hair, tied up with a jade crown, now had a few strands breaking free, sticking messily to his sweat-soaked cheeks, making him look even more disheveled.
"I won."
"This time, I still won!"
The joy of victory was far less intense than initially imagined.
