The rest of the class simply watched as they wheeled him out of the training ground, their eyes widened in shock.
As for Emma, she turned her head away from them, with her fists clenched in annoyance.
The combat instructor simply nodded at them, not finding any issue in their action.
Crack!
Just then, the pole in his hands cracked in the middle, splitting into two.
The broken part fell to the ground with a low thud, while the other end remained in his grip, cracks spiderwebbing down its surface.
'It… broke?' Kurt thought, his gaze locked on the broken off part in disbelief.
—"Look, the weapon's broken…"
—"Of course, there no way it can handle the instructor's blessing."
—"Liam's lucky to even survive."
—"Yeah… I wish I had such a strong blessing."