"Can we start now?"
"Ready anytime."
After Mage Yan Feng finished speaking, he shouted at the eighteen "Bronze Men," "Form up!"
Immediately, they arranged themselves into a "mountain" shape. Rather than taking a formation, it was more accurate to say they were posing for a photo.
Li Ang didn't dawdle either. He sprinted towards the doorway, shattering a bluestone slab under his first step, causing the abbot to frown repeatedly.
Where did the annual maintenance money go? Such a thick bluestone slab, smashed by one step, must have been cracked and glued back together, right?
Indeed, their so-called formation of eighteen Bronze Men was just a pose. When Li Ang charged over, they had to firmly fall to the ground, forming a human wall.
After all, who seriously trains eighteen people to fight one person every day? Would such a formation ever be useful in real life?
As Li Ang drew nearer, those in the center of the team felt his overwhelming presence.
"Two more people!"
