Fang Ping sneered.
"What's there to fear? My life is practically over anyway. Who would still care about that? Teachers, none of you need to get involved. I'll handle this alone. Over the next few days, I'll have President Li and the others protect me personally. If I don't die, then I want a fair and public result. At worst, it's just death. If my death alone can resolve all these troubles, then it'll be worth it."
As he said this, tears began to stream from Fang Ping's eyes.
Lu Hao gave him a mental thumbs-up when he saw it. Fang Ping was truly dedicated to his act.
"This is how a student should have been from the start. Trying to reform things as a Rank-5—that is the fate of a student like me. After I die, Magic Martial University won't need to change anything. Let everything return to how it was.
"Today, I voluntarily withdraw from Magic Martial University. Bring everything down on me. Teachers, there's no need for you to avenge me either." With that, Fang Ping dragged his injured body toward Yang City.
He left everyone with a lonely, desolate back.
The Grandmasters present wore varying expressions. Everyone could see that Fang Ping was putting on an act, but what he said was not entirely without reason.
No one spoke. They were all waiting for something.
Meanwhile, Fang Ping, who was walking ahead, was cursing inwardly. Why hasn't that old bastard spoken yet? I've already laid it all out, but he still isn't taking the bait...
Zheng Minghong snorted coldly. He knew what Magic Martial University wanted, but did they really think that grabbing a small handle on them meant they could demand whatever they wanted?
Fang Ping could say whatever he liked, but as long as