Pfft—
Crimson liquid sprayed from Yue Qiguang's mouth like water from a showerhead!
Drip~
Drip~
Drip~
...
The blood drops almost submerged the floor beneath Yue Qiguang...
And Yue Qiguang?
His strong, muscular body, at this moment, was like a lone canoe drifting in a storm, trembling slightly, wobbling... as if the next second, it would be smashed by these merciless waves.
...
Witnessing this scene, the surrounding students uncharacteristically fell silent.
The students challenging him also grew silent around Yue Qiguang.
No one spoke, and no one moved...
The surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Challengers and onlookers alike stared at Yue Qiguang with an indescribable, bizarre expression, as he continued his struggle to support his body amidst the swaying storm.
The blood at his lips still dripped, dripped, dripped...
1 second.
2 seconds.
3 seconds.
...
