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"Dingtian Martial Arts School, Canghai Martial Arts School, Chiyu Martial Arts School, Qianshan Martial Arts School..."

"I, Lu Zhengde, will fight to the death to seek justice for this young man!"

Grandmaster Lu Zhengde unleashed his full power without reservation, his roar echoing for miles around, causing the entire sky to darken considerably.

"Sir...Sir, Fang Fan..."

Kong Yuanlong, who was standing to the side, suddenly sensed that something was wrong and felt a panic that he could not express in words. Why did Grandmaster Lu Zhengde have this expression? Could it be that Fang Fan's injuries were too serious?

"All the meridians in his body are severed, his path as a martial artist is completely cut off, his life essence is constantly draining away, and there is no way to reverse it!"

Lu Zhengde said with a heavy heart, he was also unwilling to believe this result. These were the pride of the human race, each one an invaluable treasure. He had examined Fang Fan's body more than ten times, but the result was always the same.

The broken meridians and the constantly flowing life essence felt like a heavy blow to the heart.

This was a prodigy of the human race, who did not die on the battlefield, but died at the hands of his own people.

How could he not be angry, how could he not hate?

"No, that's impossible!"

"My lord, you must be mistaken. This is a prodigy of our human race, with immense talent. How could he possibly fall here?"

"Sir, look again! He's just a child!"

"He has a bright future ahead of him, he can't die! Sir, you must save him!"

Upon hearing Grandmaster Lu Zhengde's words, Kong Yuanlong was stunned, his body trembling, unable to believe what he had just heard.

He then stepped forward and poured all of his already limited life essence into Fang Fan's body, causing him to visibly age, with strands of white hair appearing one by one.

However, even so, Fang Fan still showed no signs of waking up.

"No!"

Kong Yuanlong roared. The boy in his arms was only eighteen years old. He knew nothing. His future was the stars and the sea, not lying in these broken ruins.

Why is God doing this to him?

"This matter cannot end like this!"

Lu Zhengde was filled with resentment. If he had arrived sooner, this wouldn't have happened. But since things had come to this, he was determined to seek justice for the boy.

It soared into the sky, heading towards the four martial arts schools.

"There is still hope. I still have a thousand-year-old medicinal herb that can definitely save him."

As Kong Yuanlong watched Grandmaster Lu Zhengde leave, he suddenly remembered something, picked up Fang Fan, and left the battlefield. Wangcai, seeing its master being carried away by Kong Yuanlong, also sensed its master's poor health.

However, he did not leave with Kong Yuanlong, but instead left in the opposite direction.

"Master, you won't die."

With all the Grandmasters and Masters gone, the great battle came to an end. Some martial artists began to maintain order at the scene, remembering that today was the end of the martial arts assessment, and that those who passed would be awarded martial arts certificates and medals.

However, those who received the certificates and medals did not seem as happy as they had imagined. Only when the experience had just begun did they realize how insignificant they were.

"I have a feeling of panic."

The fat man looked at the martial arts medal in his hand and said to Xu Wan'er beside him.

"I also feel uneasy, but I don't know why, even though we've already become martial artists."

Xu Wan'er also had concerns.

"Don't you think that prodigy who was attacked by the Grandmaster and then carried away by the Master looks a lot like Brother Fang?"

"Um?"

"Why do you feel that way too?"

Xu Wan'er was stunned, staring blankly at the fat man who was speaking. She thought she was the only one who thought that the fallen prodigy was very similar to Fang Fan, but she didn't expect that the fat man thought so too.

Both of them had this feeling at the same time, and immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Could that prodigy be Brother Fang?"

"Impossible, impossible, how could this be!"

"That's really unrealistic. Where did Fang Fan go?"

Xu Wan'er also dismissed her own thoughts. Where did Fang Fan go? Did he really go back?

Just as the two were puzzled, Fang Fan, who was seriously injured and unconscious, had been taken to a secret room by Kong Yuanlong, who cleaned the blood off his body.

He hurriedly found the elixir he had treasured for many years, which he had obtained from the Blood Moon World, and used his powerful strength to turn it into juice, which he then fed into Fang Fan's body through his parched lips.

Then Fang Fan's complexion visibly improved, and before Kong Yuanlong could even feel excited about this, he returned to his pale state.

"Is there really no hope?"

Kong Yuanlong muttered to himself, now only hoping that Grandmaster Lu Zhengde could seek justice for this young man.

Meanwhile, Grandmaster Lu Zhengde had returned to the secret chamber, but his anger was undiminished, and he even bore the marks of battle.

"Sir, how is it?"

Kong Yuanlong asked anxiously.

"Damn it, that old geezer from Dingtian Martial Arts School has actually advanced to Grandmaster! I went there to demand justice, but instead of showing any remorse, he wanted me to explain why I killed his martial arts school's Grandmaster!"

"I questioned him about the crime of murdering a prodigy, and he actually asked me, 'Who can admit that the boy has the potential to be a prodigy?'"

"If one does not pass the Battle of the Prodigies, then one is not a prodigy of our human race."

"He's just a martial artist with good talent. You're making a mountain out of a molehill."

He also said that Zuo Yulong's actions had nothing to do with Dingtian Martial Arts School and were merely his personal behavior.

"To have four grandmasters buried with him is already an immense honor!"

"I was so angry that I fought him, and now I don't know where he's hiding to heal his wounds!"

"Since Dingtian Martial Arts School says so, they must have joined forces with the other three major martial arts schools. I was furious at the time and killed all three of them. I should have kept them alive as evidence!"

"Now, this young man's life essence is constantly draining away, and he is not far from death. There is no way to prove that he has the potential to be a prodigy."

"If I had arrived a little earlier, this would never have happened."

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do about this. Nobody believes us just because we say it ourselves."

Lu Zhengde knew that this was the only way to handle the matter. Since the young man had not passed the Battle of the Prodigies, his talent could only be considered that of a prodigy. If they really pressed this matter, they could only convict him of wanton murder!

However, the four masters who caused this incident are all dead. If word gets out, people will only think it's making a mountain out of a molehill, and they have no idea what the inside story is.

If the old man from Dingtian Martial Arts School hadn't advanced to Grandmaster, he could have simply smashed the school to pieces to vent his anger; at worst, he'd have to serve a few years on the battlefield.

"Then... I'll have to trouble you, Grandmaster!"

"This boy, it's all my fault."

After hearing Lu Zhengde's words, Kong Yuanlong seemed to have aged considerably.

Just then, Wangcai suddenly entered. Amidst the surprised looks of the two, he walked straight towards Fang Fan, then bent down and, when they weren't paying attention, placed something in Fang Fan's palm.

Then it was taken back.

Deep within Fang Fan's consciousness, he had already become so engrossed that he would not wake up for long, but at that moment, a magnificent voice rang out once again.

[Ding-dong, a newt has been spotted. Do you wish to keep it as a pet?]

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