Three days later!
Mountain Suppressing Martial Arts Hall!
In the dormitory, Lin Chen was bare-chested, continuously pounding his own body with his fists.
When his skin turned red all over, he jumped into a bath barrel nearby, soaking his entire body in a medicinal liquid.
"Is Senior Brother Lin here?"
Fu Ang's voice came from the doorway, and Lin Chen responded, "The door's not locked, Junior Brother Fu, come in."
Fu Ang pushed the door open, immediately spotting Lin Chen's only exposed head in the bath barrel.
"Has Senior Brother Lin practiced for another two hours already?"
He was impressed!
For two consecutive days, apart from going to the cafeteria for meals, Senior Brother Lin spent the rest of his time practicing martial arts.
Could it be that senior brother Lin had no other matters to attend to besides martial arts training?
If he had won first place in this competition, he would have at least gone out once a day to enjoy the praises of the townsfolk.
