Even if Ethan was still alive at that moment, he was dangerously close to death's door. Trevor was so anxious his entire body was shaking, already predicting what would happen.
Fane looked up upon hearing Trevor's voice and saw him standing beneath the stage with his pale, panic-stricken face. Trevor was staring right at Fane with a complicated expression. While he tried to come off as forceful, the pleading glint in his eyes was just as evident as though he was begging for Ethan’s release.
The sight of Trevor merely amused Fane, however. He could not be bothered with him, and nothing he shouted would affect the results of the match.
He slowly turned to look at Ethan, who was still rolling on the floor.
At that moment, Ethan's clothes were completely disheveled. His entire body was covered in dirt, and he looked to be in an incredibly bad state. Despite his appearance, Ethan could barely care—the pain made him forget everything else as he wailed in agony.
The stage suddenly turned into a slaughterhouse.
Seeing that Fane would not do anything regardless of what he said, Trevor started to panic. "We can talk about this, Fane!" he spoke. "As long as you release him, I'll do anything as long as it's within my power.
"You killing him won't amount to anything but merely taking a life. This brat has suffered the punishment he should have. Just look at how much pain he's in! You should've already vented your frustration. Let him go! Just act like you didn't see him today!"
Trevor finally lowered his head. If this went on, Ethan would surely die. Since threatening Fane was useless, he was forced to try coercing Fane.
Ethan's death would entail his misery after all, seeing as Ethan was special—a talented alchemist. As long as Ethan did not die, Ethan would be one of the top eighth-grade alchemists in the future.
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