Hendrix Makes his move

It also gave him an edge over the others. Before Hendrix could give the command, a thunderous explosion shook the area where the Armstrong team was.

All of their heads snapped toward that direction—something—or someone—was coming. But they didn't seem panicked at all. Instead, under the lead of Hendrix, they started to approach the direction where the loud noises had come from.

'Arrogant bastard, I hope he gets killed,' one of the eldest siblings couldn't help but think in disdain as she shot daggers at Hendrix's back. Of course, she knew this thought was wistful...a fantasy.

Even though they all hated him with a passion, they subconsciously respected his strength. If even they, second-year students of the prestigious Vermilion Royal Academy, couldn't land a single scratch on Hendrix's body, how were others supposed to fare against him?