Song Wen couldn't block in time and was struck by the chair.
She was immediately knocked to the ground, rolling and spitting out blood, letting out a muffled groan.
Her face was ashen, and a thought flashed through her mind: "He's a Strength-type Superpower User!"
At this moment, she ignored her injury, knowing that the most important thing now was time!
She must not waste the hard-earned advantageous situation!
Enduring the pain from the hit, Song Wen stretched out her hand, manipulating the climbing vine in her sleeve to wrap crazily around the dagger that Yu Xinyi had dropped.
The thin tendrils of the climbing vine wound around the dagger like ropes, then, like a venomous snake, it shot out suddenly.
Its first target was Wang Fang, who was the nearest!
Wang Fang was holding her eyes, crouched on the ground, wailing in pain.
Tears streamed down her face as she frantically groped for something on the ground, trying to find cover to hide.
