Chapter 145

He smiled because he had finally held on until the end.

Huo Yuhao was the first to walk over. He bent down, reached out to support Beibei by the arm, and pulled him up from the ground. Beibei swayed when he stood. Blood was still seeping from the wound on his left arm, staining the entire sleeve dark red.

"Senior Beibei, how are you?" Huo Yuhao asked.

Beibei lowered his head to look at his left arm and flexed his fingers. A few drops of blood flew off and landed on the ground. He shook his head. "Just a flesh wound. Nothing serious."

Huo Yuhao took out a clean piece of cloth from his Storage Soul Tool and handed it to him. Beibei accepted it, casually wrapped it around his left arm, and tightened it. The bleeding quickly stopped. His movements were neat and practiced; this was clearly not his first time dealing with such an injury.

By then, He Caitou had already put away the cannon barrels on his body. The metal tubes retracted into him one by one, returning him to his usual appearance. He walked over, looked at Beibei's blood-soaked sleeve, then at the craters all over the ground, and scratched his head.

"Did I hit too hard?"

As he spoke, the two cigars at the corners of his mouth were still smoking. The smoke drifted in front of Beibei, making him cough twice. He waved his hand.

Xue Lingyun stood nearby and glanced at He Caitou. "With so many teachers here, what are you afraid of?"

He Caitou thought about it, then grinned. "True. With teachers here, how could anything happen?"

As he said this, his gaze swept toward the stands. The eliminated students were seated there. Though they had been blasted into disarray, every one