"We still have to continue the matches!" Hong Chi gave Catkin Academy's mentor an apathetic glance before extending his hand toward the edge of the stage.
His meaning was clear. This mentor should get off the stage and not obstruct students from competing in the next match.
Catkin Academy's mentor flung his sleeves angrily and ordered his students to carry the remaining half of Zhao Li's corpse.
Those two students who were carrying the corpse kept turning their heads to the side, afraid to look at Zhao Li's gruesome remains. They couldn't stop their hands from shaking and felt like they would probably have nightmares from this!
"Useless things!" Catkin Academy's mentor berated, "Keep steady!"
They had to hand this remaining half of a corpse to the Zhao Clan no matter what.
