In the three connected barracks, a dense crowd of prodigy Martial Artists lay on simple stretchers. Yu Fei roughly estimated there were nearly two hundred people.
The thing was, this group of prodigies looked absolutely miserable. Bruised noses and swollen faces were just minor injuries; almost every single one had at least one broken limb. Most had been beaten unconscious, while a small few just stared numbly at the ceiling.
Occasionally, a nurse would come by with medicine, applying it to the injured to reduce the swelling.
'Did they really beat them half to death?'
Yu Fei couldn't help but swallow. If he were discovered, he figured his fate would be even worse than theirs.
'This won't do. I have to copy these talents and get out of here, fast!'
In his Reversing Destiny Vision, more than half of the talents above the heads of the injured were red; orange ones were much rarer.
