"Alright, lie down and rest well," Jiang Yiming helped Gu Lingfei apply some medicine for knife wounds.
"You brat, to be honest, your moves were really ruthless! Not bad, you have my bearing!"
The Zhenlei Sect's disciple was now in a state where one didn't know whether he would live or die.
Although this was just a sparring match, since both sides had used their killing moves, there was no right or wrong.
Jiang Yiming called for Old Ling to look after Gu Lingfei.
He then got up and returned to the training ground.
At this moment, his emotions were somewhat complicated.
His eldest disciple had won a miserable victory in the first round.
He only had five disciples, to begin with.
Now, only four of them were left who could fight.
Although the rules were that the challengers couldn't be of a higher realm than them, no one could guarantee that the remaining few disciples could persevere the rounds of challengers.