Without much effort, Best had got Wang Tong surrounded with his enormous fleets. He had obtained the advantage again.
“Hey as*hole, you wanna use the Cloning Technique? Fine, I’ll give you two seconds, my armada is ten times bigger than yours, show me what are you gonna do to save your poor little *ss!” Best laughed boisterously.
“Principal Samantha, please forgive his rudeness, but actual strength is all that matters in a battle.” Martyrus was trying to teach Samantha a lesson. The tension was building up between both of them.
“Principal Martyrus, it’s still early to decide who will win.”
Zhou Sisi was the best candidate amongst Ayrlarng’s freshmen when it came to Battlecraft Combat; however, she claimed that Wang Tong was much stronger than her. Samantha wished that she was telling the truth, even though she expected that they would lose in this round, but she just couldn’t handle the humiliation from Martyrus.
Meanwhile, Wang Tong’s troops were cornered by Best’s armada.
