The might of that strike was as if it had wounded the very sky.
All eyes converged on Xu Yi, as though they were looking upon a god or devil.
"Brother Xu!"
"Captain!"
Qiu Dao Ming, Yang Jun, Gong Xiuhua, and the others came rushing toward Xu Yi like fledgling swallows returning to their nest.
Everyone looked distraught and battered, their appearances frightening. Gong Xiuhua was especially badly hurt; not a single piece of her clothing remained intact. Were it not for the blood streaming down her, her appearance would have been almost too ghastly to look at.
The moment they reached him, they were about to pour out their grievances, but Xu Yi stopped them. "That's enough. Hurry and tend to your injuries. We'll talk about the rest later."
His calm voice held an indescribable power. He was like a craggy rock as high as the heavens and as solid as the earth, standing between them and the storm. Sheltered behind him, they could remain safe no matter how fiercely the wind and rain raged.
Xu Yi stood in front while the others desperately stuffed pills into their mouths.
The situation earlier had been perilous. The handbook explicitly forbade candidates from killing one another, so although the attackers had come at them fiercely, none had dared to strike to kill.
Even so, they had all aimed to cripple or knock their opponents unconscious, and their blows had been vicious.
"Xu, what kind of skill is it to attack by surprise? Don't think that just because you have a few tricks, you can rule the roost. I, Song, simply don't want to let things turn ugly. Anyone who made it here has a trump card or two!"
A voice cut through the air. Song Xitian had appeared once more. As