"Impossible... impossible..."
The head teacher of the disciple class and a group of Divine Management Bureau executives all stood up, watching the medical staff bustle around in disbelief.
How could Gonggong's believers lose here to a martial artist of the same level!?
What was the point of focusing on pushing Tong Ran to the top!?
Everyone seemed as if they had been fitted with a red nose.
Transforming into clowns.
"Well done..."
The Martial Arts Grandmaster lowered Fang Qingyu's hand, looking at him with deep significance.
"Thank you."
Fang Qingyu counted down the seconds, politely nodding his thanks.
Then he found a spot that hadn't been damaged to sit down.
The ten seconds ended.
The weakness after the Blood Burst surged in, on top of the injuries sustained just now in the pit.
His throat felt like it was blocked by a stone, making it impossible to speak.
"Medical personnel."
