188 Parking Lot Meetup.

"Nicely done Johnson." After reaching their resting area, Felix patted Johnson's shoulder with a satisfied smile.

"Thank you, captain." Johnson gave Felix a polite smile as he sat on the bench sweating all over. His jacket could be seen wet and sticking to his skin.

It was apparent that he worked his ass off to create that massive wall of fog and also sustain it. If Felix had to guess johnson's current energy tank level, it would definitely be below 5%.

If Johnson puffed out any more fog using his *Fog Breath* ability, he would have passed out on the arena!

...

After a few minutes, Felix was lying on the bench with a hand supporting his head, wearing a new set of clothes. Since his pants were torn slightly as well, he had to change at the backroom in their resting area.

"Felix, are you planning to watch?" Olivia asked.