Her alluring, soft red lips had split open, and bright blood wound its way down her pale chin. The sight was horrifying.
Chen Mu released her and turned away without a trace of reluctance, heading toward the Training Room door. His steps were slow, his body swaying as though he might collapse at any moment.
Everyone who witnessed the scene froze!
The Bronze Mask Man flew into a rage, killing intent spilling out of him, utterly heedless of the frightened looks around him. He flew to Madam Faya's side and said through gritted teeth, "I'll kill him!"
Madam Faya stared at that blood-soaked figure's retreating back, her voice devoid of emotion. "I'll settle this debt myself."
The Bronze Mask Man seemed to want to say something, but ultimately held his tongue. The look he directed at Chen Mu, however, brimmed with icy murderous intent.
The Training Room door seemed so far away to Chen Mu, so distant it was beyond his reach. The scene before his eyes gradually blurred, and his body began to refuse his commands. But he knew that, at this moment, he could not fall, no matter what!
The reason he had chosen to fight here rather than go to the Training Ground was to prepare an escape route for himself.
People stared blankly as Chen Mu struggled toward the Training Room, one agonizing step at a time. No one knew why Qiao Yuan was still heading toward the Training Room at a time like this. What was he trying to do?
No one knew. Qiao Yuan's actions always caught people off guard. From agreeing to fight two opponents at once, to biting through his opponent's lips, to stubbornly making his way toward the Training Room despite his grievous wounds-no one understood any of it!
No one