"Ma Dong Dong, you actually made preparations? I thought you said we didn't have any chance at victory?" Emily questioned. She felt very curious about all this.
Ma Dong sniffed happily and said, "Don't you know who I am? I'm your elder cousin! Furthermore, would you understand Wang Zhong better than me? This fellow is very ghastly with his actions. When he does something, he would have at least a 70% success rate."
Barran didn't care one bit about all of this and continued to stand on the arena and showcase his body and muscles. His respect for his two seniors was enough for him to prostrate at their feet.
As a member of the soldier department, he had a deep understanding of what kind of status Saint Judgement represented. Yet, his two seniors had actually and truly won this match. Regardless of whether it was Wang Zhong's calm anchoring their team, or Senior Ma Dong's decisive strategies, he'd felt that being able to follow them was truly the best thing to happen in his life.
