You Might Die If I Cast My Healing Spell - Chapter 8

... at? Who was the big Boss? What are you guys talking about? And that dagger... Holy sh*t! A High-Bronze grade weapon!?”

The boy, Zhao Qian, exclaimed loudly. And coupled with his exaggerated expression and gesture, it didn’t take long to catch the classroom’s attention.

The students who were in the middle of a heated discussion all quieted down and turned to look at the three of them.

“What’s this? High-Bronze grade? Did you say a weapon or a skill?”

“Really?”