"Charge forward?"
Zhang Menglong's proposal instantly invigorated the students of the Super God Academy.
Yeah, since this off-world battlefield opened, Universe Seven's been stuck in a defensive stance, getting attacked by their enemies repeatedly attacking the Crystal. And here they are, never even seeing the enemy's high ground tower—from how suffocating is that?
Even a wooden dummy would have a temper; how can any man tolerate constantly being on the defensive? If you punch me once, shouldn't I stab you twice in return?
"Great idea! I'm in!"
"Sure, let's charge forward. I'm quite interested in Universes 37 and 38. Count me in."
"How far is it? My instant noodles are almost ready. If it's too far, they'll be soggy by the time I get back."
"Eating noodles, eating noodles! Is that all you think about? Let's try other universe's cuisines. Aren't they tempting?"
"And girls from other universes!"
"Hehehe, let's go!"
