He had spent a total of 1300 combat experience points, in exchange for nearly a Combat Specialization Layer 3 and three special attribute bonuses.
Indeed, the most direct combat was the fastest way to improve oneself; a danger that was both close to real battle yet not as deadly had its unique charm. No wonder those who lived in the dreariness found a bit of joy in it.
Clutching near his wound, trying his best to stem the bleeding, Bai E made his way back to the war room. The attendants there swallowed hard as they looked at the blood-soaked wound and then at the man whose half-masked face appeared expressionless.
"Do you need... someone to tend to your wound?"
"No need. I can handle it myself, just bring me a medical kit," he replied.
The attendant who brought the medical kit stood by, ready for the moment the strong man might need assistance.
As he tended to his wound, a voice suddenly broke the silence, "Keep arranging matches for me... as soon as possible."
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