Jondi Lilick knew that that was Wang Zheng's last move as he had been forced to desperation. It was the same at the qualifiers and now again. This was Aragorn's choice. The foolish stubbornness of the Arbiters. They had to try with their lives.
The result was fatal for both parties. In the end, Aslan and the Atlantans were the happiest parties.
But why was he so unhappy? This was the true championship team. This was a true warrior.
He had been jealous of Wang Zheng because General Bolet had thought very highly of him. He finally understood that Wang Zheng possessed a spirit, a fighting spirit that did not exist in any present day warrior.
This man, regardless of being an opponent, a friend, or even an enemy, was a lucky thing.
This was a good era.
Applause slowly began to sound. It was not lively and noisy. It was heart-felt, containing worship and admiration!
This was the Greatest King from Earth!
Had he not fallen?
