"Can we win?"
Looking at the radiant David Jones on the stage, a Peony College team member asked nervously.
"With me and Martini here, no one can stop Peony College from claiming the tenth consecutive championship!" Rudolf Sherwood said confidently, the brand-new Bond Ring on his finger flickering with a faint glow.
"Remember, don't mess up the formation. Let Sherwood handle the charge to buy time, while you guys need to combine forces in the shortest time possible."
Having said that, the Peony College coach turned his head to look at the silent man at the back of the team, who had eyes only for machinery.
"The resources repository of the school has just set up a Desperate Glaze and Heavenly Dragon Gold. Martini, it's all on you now."
Hearing this, Rudolf Sherwood looked at the coach with a touch of dissatisfaction.
What does that mean?
In the eyes of the school's higher-ups, was he not as good as David Jones?
