BOOM!!!
The moment those lines of text—soaked in blood and betrayal—flashed before Qin Feng’s eyes, it was as if a supernova had detonated inside his skull.
A towering rage, impossible to describe with words and hot enough to melt steel in an instant, erupted from the deepest depths of his soul.
In that instant, the power armor’s Psychic Core seemed unable to withstand the terrifying emotion, letting out a faint, mournful hum as if on the verge of collapse.
Yet this extreme, sanity-consuming fury lasted only a moment.
In the next instant, all the fury, all the brutality, and all the killing intent were forcibly suppressed, contained, and sealed away by a far greater power—an absolute calm as cold as Ten Thousand Years Profound Ice.
No emotion showed on Qin Feng’s face.
His deep eyes, which had been crimson, instantly returned to a dead, rippleless calm.
He didn’t reply.
With a single thought, Qin Feng retracted the majestic and powerful "Minglong" power armor he had just equipped, storing it back in his Subspace Storage Unit.
He then pulled up the coordinates to Shi Potian’s dorm and initiated a highest-priority Subspace Teleportation.
VMMMM—!
A violent, soul-rending sensation of spatial distortion washed over him.
In an instant, Qin Feng’s figure vanished from his dorm room.
...
「Shi Potian’s Dorm.」
The moment Qin Feng’s figure materialized outside the dorm, still trailing faint ripples of spatial energy, a pungent odor slammed into him like a sledgehammer. It was the smell of high-grade recovery Potions and disinfectant, so thick it was almost tangible.
The entire spacious dorm had been converted into a makeshift emergency room.
Several medical personnel in white uniforms bearing the logo of the Canaan Rescue and Healing Center bustled in and out, their movements rushed but efficient.
Their actions were practiced, professional, and methodical.
Qin Feng’s gaze shot to the center of the room.
A single glance was all it took for his ice-encased heart to lurch violently.
Shi Potian was propped up on a medical bed.
The arms that had once wielded the Ninefold Thunder Saber were gone, severed clean at the shoulders.
Thick, white bandages soaked in Medicinal Liquid were wrapped around the stumps, but traces of blood still seeped through.
His face was ashen, but his eyes held a painful, unwavering composure.
Beside him was Tiemu.
Tiemu’s condition was slightly better.
He had only lost his left arm and was also receiving treatment.
His eyes were squeezed shut, and the muscles on his eternally stern, chiseled face twitched uncontrollably.
But what made Qin Feng’s heart clench the most was the person on the other medical bed... Xiong Yanfu.
The man they called Xiaopang, once a tower of iron brimming with vitality, now lay perfectly still, deep in a coma.
His lower body... was completely gone.
There was nothing below his waist.
Only a layer of jelly-like Life Gel, which emitted a soft green glow, covered the terrifying, mangled wound, maintaining his vital signs.
Fortunately, his vitals were stable and his life functions were steady. Xiaopang would survive.
Seeing this, Qin Feng swayed on his feet.
He just stood there quietly, watching it all, saying nothing and not moving forward.
Now wasn’t the time to interfere.
Qin Feng could sense that the medical personnel present weren’t ordinary students.
They all exuded a deep, powerful aura that far surpassed that of a fifth or Sixth-level Martial Artist.
They were members of the Rescue and Healing Center at Cannan Star Martial Arts University.
They were actual seventh and eighth-level senior students, taking on this work as one of their routine missions.
Martial Artists, especially High-level Martial Artists, tend to accumulate a wealth of self-healing experience over their long years of training and countless life-or-death battles.
This includes knowing how to combine Potions for different effects, how to use special Nourishing Techniques to speed up recovery, and how to accurately assess their own condition.
All of this was precious knowledge, paid for in blood.
But most Martial Artists at the fourth and fifth levels have not yet faced enough life-or-death trials; their experience is still limited.
Thus, the Rescue and Healing Center was created.
Experienced and powerful senior students provided professional treatment and shared their invaluable knowledge with the underclassmen who had been severely injured on missions.
It was also the most generously rewarded of all the routine missions.
Qin Feng stood silently to the side, listening.
"Tsk, tsk. These are some nasty injuries. And that lingering, chaotic, disgusting Spiritual Energy fluctuation... You kids went after the Evil God’s Followers, didn’t you? Pretty bold."
A burly, bearded senior student, who was changing the Potion for Shi Potian, clicked his tongue in wonder, speaking with the worldly tone of a veteran as he worked with practiced skill.