Shui Bing'er and Xue Wu were helped onto chairs in the stands, while Wu Changkong was pressed into another chair to receive treatment.
A gentle halo enveloped the three of them, and the wounds on Wu Changkong's body slowly scabbed over before disappearing.
Shui Bing'er and Xue Wu's complexions also gradually improved.
Shui Yue'er sat beside her sister, holding her hand. "Class monitor, you really didn't hold back at all."
"Giving it my all was the respect Bing'er and Xue Wu deserved. They've improved so much over the past six months. If I went easy on them, that would be looking down on them."
Shui Bing'er had recovered somewhat by then. She slightly opened her eyes and, upon hearing Wu Changkong's words, said, "Thank you for your respect. At least this time, you really didn't go easy on us."
"Mm. How are you feeling?" Wu Changkong asked with concern, nodding as their eyes met.
"Much better."
"Could you two stop flaunting your affection?"
But Shui Yue'er's response was ignored.
For a moment, Shui Yue'er felt completely superfluous sitting there, like a clown.
She rolled her eyes, stood up, and walked over to Xue Wu's side, deliberately turning her back on the two of them.
"I really am unnecessary. Fine, fine, I'll keep an eye on Xue Wu instead."
Xue Wu happened to wake up then. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Shui Yue'er squatting beside her with a miserable expression.
She was a little dazed at first, then hissed. "Why does my whole body feel like it got run over by a carriage... Oh, right. That move from the class monitor really hurt."
"Your Martial Soul Fusion Skill wasn't bad either. It was much stronger than last time."
While they were talking, Ling Shuang had already stepped to