"Perhaps this is as far as I can go."
On the hospital bed, Li Qingyuan clenched his lower lip. The faint traces of blood between his teeth mingled with the resentment etched between his brows.
Beside the bed, Gao Yuan and the other students all wore grim expressions. Some cursed nonstop, while tears welled in others' eyes.
"Who'd have thought Liu Zong would reach the Hundred Meridians Realm and hit Li so hard? He clearly wants Li to be seriously injured until the day the Town Martial Class rankings are finalized."
"How vicious! That was downright brutal!"
"What a shame, what a shame. Director Luo is about to leave, and there's no time for him to get us justice now."
As they spoke, a pent-up fury welled inside them, impossible to release.
Li Qingyuan smiled faintly. "At least it's almost over."
He slowly shook his head. How could his companions still not understand? The Town Martial Class had been fiercely competitive from the very beginning.
"It's so hard for kids from poor families like us to get ahead!" someone cried.
Li Qingyuan smiled, but did not argue.
In his heart, though, he knew that they could not even be called poor.
But saying that aloud would be too cruel.
"Li Qingyuan, you really can ask Chen Yan!"
Gao Yuan clenched his fists.
"Liu Zong beat you so badly. If you weren't so strong, he would've beaten you to death.
Is there no justice in this Town Martial Class?!"
Director Luo was gone, and Liu Zong was clearly on the Chu Family's side. Even Gong Tuo was, too.
Now, this Town Martial Class, supposedly meant to help true geniuses rise, had become a plaything of the great clans once again.
With Director Luo about to leave, Chen Yan was the only