In the school infirmary, Lei Ze slowly opened his eyes. The bed he lay in was surrounded by the squad leaders and core members of Class Eight.
"Great, Class Monitor, you're finally awake."
Lei Ze was about to speak when a sharp pain shot through his chest. It made him grimace, followed by a fit of coughing that worsened the pain.
The squad leaders hurried about in a panic. Fortunately, the Food-Type Spirit Martial Practitioner assigned to him came over and suppressed the pain.
"Your injuries are serious. Your chest cavity suffered severe burns. You'll need three days of continuous treatment to fully recover."
After giving him a few more precautions, the Spirit Martial Practitioner finally left.
After he left, the vice class monitor punched the nearby wall and said angrily, "That guy was way too ruthless!"
"This isn't his fault. If he had taken my Army-Breaker, he probably wouldn't be in much better shape either..."
Hearing this, the vice class monitor looked disdainful, his tone full of unwillingness. "He only had the advantage because he's immune to lightning. Otherwise, Class Nine would have been completely helpless. Next time, I'll deal with him, and Class Monitor can handle Li Lei."
The other squad leaders nodded in agreement at the vice class monitor's analysis.
"Exactly. Class Monitor, recover properly. Once you're better, we'll take them down."
"Right. We were careless this time. Let those Class Nine people gloat for a couple of days first."
"..."
"Enough! Cough, cough!" Lei Ze strongly disagreed with their words. His emotions flared, aggravating his injury and triggering another violent coughing fit.
But this time, he forcibly suppressed the pain and continued.
"A loss is a loss. It would be the same no matter who fought whom. Don't forget, we outnumbered them, and our overall cultivation