“You... I. . .”
In the square where the tenth grade students of the Demon Hunter College were, the entire area was silent.
Everyone stared at Qian Hu and the rest who were lying on the ground in disbelief.
At this moment, Qian Hu widened his eyes and looked at Wang Xian who was on the stage with an embarrassed expression.
His body trembled slightly as he felt the entanglement of the thorns on his body.
He didn’t even have time to react to the attack just now. Furthermore, he couldn’t break free from the bondage of the thorns.
The strength of the opponent...
“I’ll lead the team. Is there anyone who is still unconvinced?”
Wang Xian looked at everyone below and asked again.
Gulp
A young man gulped and shook his head hurriedly.
The rest of the senior students stood there in shock as well. They stared at Wang Xian with their mouths Agape. No one dared to speak or object.
