"Impossible. Impossible."
The homeroom teacher of the Cultist Class and a group of high-ranking Divine Management Bureau officials all stood up, staring in disbelief at the medical staff bustling about.
How could a follower of Gonggong lose to a Martial Artist of the same rank here!?
Then what had been the point of pushing Tong Ran all the way to first place!!
Everyone felt as if they had been made to put on a red nose.
Turned into clowns.
"Nicely done."
After lowering Fang Qingyu's hand, the Martial Path Grandmaster looked at him meaningfully.
"Thank you."
Fang Qingyu counted down the seconds, then nodded politely and thanked him.
He then found a spot that had not collapsed and sat down.
The ten seconds ended.
The weakness after Bloodrage surged through him, compounded by the injuries he had just suffered in the pit.
It felt as though a stone had lodged in his throat, making it impossible to speak.
"Medical staff."
Ji Yang had already run over. Seeing the situation, he hurriedly called out to the people nearby.
"Qingzi, are you all right!?"
Wu Yan and Qin Qi also jogged over, swallowing the words "freaking awesome" right back down.
"I'm fine. It's nothing serious."
Fang Qingyu smiled.
He had only suffered some superficial injuries. A little treatment would be enough.
The man in the white coat said nothing either.
He took out a red medicine bottle and some bandages, cleaning the wounds while wrapping them.
"Qingzi won! Qingzi won!!"
In the spectator stands, besides the majority who were stunned, a small portion of the crowd was cheering for Fang Qingyu.
Zheng Lin could not help jumping up.
Qin Hui also gritted his teeth and waved his arms repeatedly.
"Happy? Once he joins the team, he'll be your superior."
Lin Kang rarely