"Wang Zheng!"
This time, it was Southern Glory's turn to lose their composure.
The students of Southern Glory felt their hearts sink at the sight of Wang Zheng, covered in wounds and barely clinging to life.
The matches ahead would probably be just as difficult.
Zhao Longfei wanted to carry Wang Zheng off the Arena, but he had no idea where to put his hands. The wounds across Wang Zheng's body had nearly torn his limbs apart. In some places, both flesh and bone had been severed, held together only by skin.
Zhao Longfei's voice trembled. "Xiao Qin, lend me some medicine. I'll pay you back when we get out!"
"All right."
Qin Siyang could tell that without emergency treatment, Wang Zheng would probably die on the Arena.
Duan Chongfang stared at Xing Gong. "Your Sequence Ability counters Wang Zheng, and he isn't particularly strong in combat to begin with. Why did you keep attacking him with Hurricane after he'd lost the ability to fight?"
Xing Gong answered coldly, "Sorry, I can't stop and start my skill whenever I please. Besides, wasn't he the one who said going all out was the greatest respect you could show an opponent? Clearly, I respect him very much. If you're capable enough, avenge him."
"Good. Well said." Duan Chongfang nodded and, without another word, walked off the Arena.
Seeing that Duan Chongfang had no intention of fighting back to avenge their fellow student, the students of Southern Glory were somewhat disappointed. But they had already grown used to his indifference.
Duan Chongfang was a loner, as cold as a machine, and showed no consideration for anyone. Even the second- and third-ranked juniors had been seriously injured by him.
Many shook their heads and sighed at this.
Qin Siyang, however, saw things differently.
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