Chapter 1412 The Training Target

"Well, doctor. How's his condition?" the attendant in yellow asked indifferently.

"Judging from his pulse, he must have suffered some internal injuries. Moreover, he doesn't seem to be a spirit warrior. It means that the injuries he acquired may actually be too severe that they could take his life. He must be treated as soon as possible if we want to save him," the doctor remarked in a serious tone.

"Humph! This guy has terrible luck. Oh well, that's actually none of our business. Doctor, can't you just give him some sort of medicine? As long as he becomes a little better, we can then report the completion of our task. We actually don't care if he lives or dies afterward. After all, he doesn't have any use to us anymore," the attendant in blue remarked in an annoyed tone.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. It's inappropriate even if he's just from a lower kind of race," the doctor replied hesitantly. As a doctor, he was supposed to carry his duty out no matter who was it that needed his service.

"Come on, it's okay! No one will care about the life of a homeless man. Just do what we say and all of us can move past this," the attendant said as his voice became slightly threatening.

At this point, the doctor seemed to be a bit afraid of the attendants, so he was left with no choice but to agree. Then, he took out a piece of paper and pen from the medicine box, wrote a prescription, and handed it to the two attendants.

"Here. Take it and go to the pharmacy. Ask them to prepare the medicine, boil it, and send it here as soon as possible," the doctor instructed. "See? I

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Making a mistake like that was no laughing matter for him. He controlled his spiritual sword and made it attack Rocky from behind. However, the moment that it was about to reach him, the spiritual sword deviated from its original trajectory again.

The disciple almost went insane that he kept attacking Rocky nonstop, but the sword just couldn't touch him. It was as if there was a barrier surrounding him that deflected the blade any time that it was about to hit him.

At this point, even the man in white grew annoyed at this embarrassing sight. Thus, he stepped forward himself and shouted, "Get out of the way! You're such a disgrace. I'll do it myself!" After saying that, he brandished his own spiritual sword. Compared to the other two disciples, he was obviously much stronger. In fact, the moment he unsheathed his sword, an overbearing sword aura swept across the area.

The next moment, the man's spiritual sword turned into a shadow and instantly disappeared in midair.

"Ha! That brat has some bad luck. There's no escaping that attack!" one of the disciples shouted. He rubbed his hands as he expected a great show coming up.

The spiritual skills of the Supreme Ether Land were divided into three stages—primary, medium, and premium. At that time, the skill employed by the man in white was swordsmanship at the medium stage of the Spirit Realm in the Sword Spirit City.

At the sight of this, Rocky's eyes narrowed. As the spiritual sword disappeared, so was the spiritual aura that it carried. He knew that this wasn't some ordinary skill that was easy to deal with.