The nineteen students were carried to the infirmary to get treated. Among them, the four pillars received the lightest injuries. Still, it didn't mean the injuries were something to scoff at either.
Basil got out of the field and moved his feet toward Blake and Chester. Every eyes followed his movement like they were looking at a celebrity. Blake gazed at the approaching Basil and smiled wryly.
Blake glanced to his left, at Corvet who had been eager about this battle. Corvet had a look of a constipated person. Cold sweat ran down his forehead as he gazed at Basil's eyes.
'This kid will be a monster in the future.'
Corvet threw his head at Blake. He was about to protest to Blake about Basil when he remembered something. He had been the one who had suggested the idea. Therefore, he kept his mouth shut.
"You have done quite a number on them."
"It was a choice they made themselves. It is the quickest way to teach them responsibility."
"For barking at the wrong tree?"
