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Gus felt like vomiting.
His face was pale, and he was soaked in cold sweat. His ears were ringing, as if he had been slapped by Qin Yi, who was as bloody as a ghost.
Gus and Qin Yi had no grudges. They could be considered good friends.
It was because both of them were physically weak and did not even have the strength to truss a chicken. They were trash in the field of iron fists.
In the Iron Fist Academy, Gus was the last in line for ten thousand years, an unshakable last place.
Qin Yi was the second-to-last brother of Gus.
Besides, Qin Yi had indeed saved Gus yesterday.
—Yesterday at noon, Gus went to the Black Wind Mountain outside the town to train.
Because he did not want to be mocked, he never trained with other people. He was always alone.