"How can we win? Even if the Martial Arts System students want to save face and don't gang up, fighting one-on-one, he still has no chance!"
Luo Wenbin covered his face, extremely distressed:
"The last battle before the school starts! Can't you, Old Martial Brother, take it seriously? You are my hope!"
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"So the smaller team can still open the full map, it seems pretty fair."
Qin Shi descended at the other end of the desert wasteland, able to see the flashing red dots in various directions, a total of ten, which were the selected opponents.
"Let's start with Black Iron."
Qin Shi pushed his Qi Sensitivity to around twenty laps, a state more suitable for rapid assault.
Then he stomped hard, yellow sand splashed, creating a big pit, and his whole body shot out like an arrow.
With a forward-leaning posture and a low center of gravity, he moved quickly.
