Dashi held his heavy sword.

Everyone could see his big butt like a huge stone pier. As he walked slowly, he made a hesitant shaking left and right posture, like a bulky big duck.

Even when walking on the stage.

He was still muttering words.

"The spiritual power becomes a cocoon? After three breaths, break open, huh? Three or four?"

"Guan Qingming, walk between his eyebrows..."

What he silently recites...is the formula for basic defense?

Even the students below were shocked.

Just the defensive formulas they just started practicing fruits before?

The key is that he still can't remember it?

All students of the First College: "!!!!"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

It's over!
Chapter completed!