Around the school gate, Wang Zhan was rendered speechless.
As the swirling dust gradually settled, he could see a burly man in loose, black training clothes standing in the deep pit.
He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. The corners of his mouth turned slightly downward, exuding an inherently intimidating aura.
Moreover, the man made no discernible movements, yet his mere presence sent waves of suffocating pressure washing over Wang Zhan.
Wang Zhan thought with dread, How terrifying. He instinctively glanced beside him, only to find Cheng Shu, pale and gritting his teeth, already half-kneeling on the ground.
In fact, dozens of students around them had collapsed. Many had fallen unconscious, and those still awake were merely struggling to endure.
His mere entrance was enough to overwhelm these so-called elite students!
At that moment, Liu Zhenfeng suddenly waved his hand.
