Thud! As anticipated, this individual once again found themselves in an uncomfortable embrace with the defensive barrier.
It was evident to all observers that the person's head had taken a beating from its encounter with the defensive boundary, resulting in a noticeable swelling on their forehead.
Clearly, they had exerted a considerable amount of force during their ill-fated collision.
"Is he lacking in wits?" Qi Xuanxuan turned her gaze towards Little Fatty.
The latter nodded in agreement, affirming her question.
Duan Yue, growing increasingly exasperated, twitched his mouth and casually dispelled a portion of the defensive barrier with a wave of his hand.
Crown Prince Mo followed suit, retracting his own defensive barrier.
Ninth Qin, a young individual, was tending to the bump on his forehead in the standard classroom. Just as he was contemplating another reckless charge, he suddenly noticed several figures before him.
