"Beast. A beast whose wild nature had yet to be tamed."
He ignored the rules and struck with vicious cruelty. What else could he be but a beast?
The disciples of Jianxiong Martial Arts School were both shocked and enraged.
Wu Yanyi was an Inner Court disciple. Though he was the weakest, he was still a fellow disciple who had bowed to a master and learned the fist. Yet he had ended up like this.
Holding back was one thing; once someone died, the nature of the matter changed.
The martial arts school could not possibly stand by and let its students be beaten to death on its own grounds. Otherwise, anyone could come and trample over it in the future, and its signboard might as well be thrown away.
Everyone turned their eyes to Wang Jianxiong, waiting for him to speak.
"Old Mao Liu, someone died on my side. What do you have to say?"
Wang Jianxiong's face was as dark as water, with no trace of anger visible.
Old Mao Liu hurriedly said, "Deaths and injuries are inevitable in a spar. Mao Lang has only studied martial arts for a short while and does not yet know how to hold back his strength. It was an accidental killing, an unintended act."
Sweat covered his face as he explained, "Wang Laohu, I truly did not mean to make you lose face."
"You saw it too. This child cannot control his killing intent. I've been trying to find a way to teach him."
Wang Jianxiong lightly tapped the chair arm with his finger, then turned to glance at Wu Yanyi on the ground and shook his head.
His peripheral vision caught Zhou You, who stood closest. He lifted his chin. "Zhou You, take Wu Yanyi back to his room and