Indoors.
Huo Churan lay on the ground, having practically lost his mind.
His face was covered with blood as he screamed heart-wrenchingly, "Fang Che! I must kill you! I must kill you! I must kill you!!!"
It seemed as if flames might burst from his eyes, his whole being deranged.
...
Huo Churan went for treatment again.
The instructor at the medical center looked pained, "Can't you keep your students in check? Treating him every day, can our Martial Arts Academy handle this? My cultivation technique can heal, but not with this kind of depletion."
The four instructors were speechless.
Li Changkong and others were summoned to the first-grade administrative office, where the director looked headache-ridden, "What are you teaching? A beating yesterday, a beating today, and what, another one tomorrow?"
Li Changkong was embarrassed.
Duan Zhongliu coughed, sounding somewhat unsure, "Actually, this isn't entirely Fang Che's fault…"
