The scene instantly fell into dead silence, as if time had frozen at that moment.
The medical students all held their breaths, their eyes wide with tension and anxiety.
They knew in their hearts.
Faced with a samurai master like Sato Kenichi, the disparity in strength was too great.
They could only silently pray that Zhang Wei wouldn't be too seriously injured.
On the other hand, the Japanese exchange students had sneers on their faces, their eyes filled with contempt and disdain.
In their view, Sato Kenichi's strength was unquestionable, no one could shake his status, and Zhang Wei's defeat was only a matter of course.
Zhang Wei lay weakly on the ground, a trace of bright red blood slowly seeping from the corner of his mouth, staining the ground red.
However, his eyes were as determined as iron, without a trace of retreat or fear.
He gritted his teeth, his hands supporting the ground, struggling to lift his body inch by inch.
