Gawking slightly, Wang Zhong shot a look at Barran, though he was unable to see Ma Dong. Nodding his head, he said, "I'll leave it to you!"
Barran proceeded to walk towards the stage. Halfway up the steps, he suddenly turned his head around, revealing a radiant smile as he spoke out, "Captain, when was the time that you felt the most fortunate and blissful?"
Looking at the friends around him, the arena that was filled with tsunami-like cheers and shouts, as well as those people in the distance who were in deep thought, he said. "To me, this is the moment!"
"Tianjing Academy has fielded Barran! This is an inconceivable decision, and an inconceivable arrangement!" Wind God had almost choked in his happiness. Although Tianjing had already lost today's match, he was unable to find any place in their road to spit on. However, the chance had finally appeared!
