Zhu Mingyi's brows knitted tightly, a hint of worry appearing on his face.
"I originally planned to hold the combat test in the Virtual Illusion Realm as well. But this is the national martial arts exam, and the final event must be a true-to-life combat scenario."
"But looking at it now... blades have no eyes. I'm still afraid these kids will get hurt."
He Zhenghong consoled him, "Don't worry. Zhou Ke and the others know their limits. They can hold back."
"Injuries are inevitable in a combat spar, but the chances of a fatality are low. The medical team on the sidelines isn't just for show. As long as it's not something like a ruptured heart or a shattered skull, they can be saved."
On the battlefield, Lin Ye felt the searing pain in his chest and let out a slow sigh.
He raised his head, looked at Zhou Ke in the center of the domain, and suddenly spoke.
"I still can't fully control my own spirituality."
"Instructor Zhou Ke..."
"Be careful."
The moment his words fell.
