The Emperor Team's quarters lay in an independent courtyard on the eastern side of Spirit City, surrounded by towering walls, with the flag of Heaven Dou Royal Academy hanging over the entrance.
Night had deepened, but the quarters were still brightly lit as the team members made their final preparations for tomorrow's opening ceremony for the Finals.
Yu Tianheng entered the quarters clutching his chest.
His steps staggered, his face was deathly pale, and dried blood lingered at the corner of his mouth. His right hand pressed tightly against his abdomen. Every step tugged at his broken ribs, the pain drawing beads of cold sweat from his temples.
His clothes were covered in rubble and dust, and several tears across his back, slashed open by flying stones, were stained with blood.
"Tian Heng!?"
Osler was the first to see him.
He was coming out of a room with a cup of water in his hand. At the sight of Yu Tianheng, he nearly dropped it.
He rushed over to support Yu Tianheng by the arm, his voice filled with barely restrained shock and anger. "What happened to you? Who did this?"
Shi Mo and Yu Feng also ran out of their rooms at the commotion.
Shi Mo was steady by nature. Seeing Yu Tianheng's injuries, his brows knotted together. He stepped forward to help support him while quickly checking his wounds.
Yu Feng had the shortest temper and exploded on the spot. "Was it someone from Spirit Hall? Attacking a contestant during the tournament—have they gone mad?"
Yu Tianheng said nothing and merely shook his head.
They helped him inside and sat him down. Osler poured him a cup of hot water, while Yu Feng continued pacing by the door, cursing under his breath.
Shi Mo asked gravely, "Who was