"Not there, Yung Ho run!"
A man on his twenties screamed, he looked on with dismay as a crocodile of three meters in height and five in length was about to beat his four teammates.
On the last second, the crocodile dismantled, as if it was made of assembled pieces. because it was in the middle of an attack it's pieces inertia sen it's sliced parties to different places
Only after a few seconds later, did the blood started to flow out of the wounds.
The man, a blonde, handsome young man regained color on his face, he turned to the side, towards the woman sheating her sword atop of the tree and bowed.
"Thank you, lady Zhun Xuing."
"It's common to be like this after stealth training. To come from a class that focused primarily on the individual, then suddenly be told you have to think as a group. it's two completely different worlds, don't let this setback torn you up, keep looking ahead and don't stop."
The man bowed even lower. and spoke as if it deeply moved his heart.
