Captain Zhang Yiwei's face was ashen.
He could only look up to the first generation Gods, Ye Qiu and Han Wenqing. They had never been teammates.
At the same time, his batch mates, Sun Zheping and Zhang Jiale, quickly reached the top and left him behind.
Furthermore, last season's rookie, Wang Jiexi, had pressed Zhang Yiwei and many other senior players to the ground with an unstoppable momentum.
This season, another rookie had defeated him. When Huang Shaotian's sword light slashed down, Zhang Yiwei's reactions were extremely slow. He wasn't even as good as Fang Minghua. He vaguely remembered that Fang Minghua had managed to seize a few healing opportunities among Huang Shaotian's fierce attacks in an attempt to help him stabilize the situation. However, his own performance was too bad, too bad. He hadn't done anything effective.
"A four-step physical gun skill? It's not enough, not enough, not enough!!"
