"What? A cook? For the military elite competition, he actually brought a cook to participate?"
"What's he trying to say? Is he looking down on our elite warriors?"
"He's too arrogant. His Flying Tigers Squad is impressive, but that doesn't mean his soldiers are."
The surrounding Legion Commanders were furious when they heard the news. To them, Zhang Menglong's actions were pure mockery and provocation.
"Everyone, calm down," Zhang Menglong said. "I just wanted to leave you all some dignity. If I sent out our most elite warriors, I'm afraid I'd crush your self-esteem, which might affect your combat units' fighting prowess in the future. That's really not good."
"Are you saying you sent the weakest three from your army?"
"Does this mean you're saying our teams are trash?"
"No, no, no!" Zhang Menglong shook his head. "I'm not targeting anyone here. What I mean is, all the units you brought out here are a pile of crap."
"Zhang Menglong, you're going too far!"
