When William, who was paralyzed, returned to his seat, Art teased him: "Yo! Looks like you know Mr. Yi quite well~ you easily got him to take the initiative to step into the arena and face this monster from the old era recognized by the Plague Master."
"Mr. Yi's appearance here already indicates he will step into the ring. I just went through the motions, slightly stimulating Mr. Yi's fighting spirit."
Art leaned back with his hands behind his head, blowing a head-shaped balloon, "William, who do you think will win?"
"The Great Emperor~ after all, he is someone from the Old World that everyone knows. Even the Lord of the Cancer Palace instructed me on this matter.
Mr. Yi has only just regained his missing concept; wanting to be compared with such a big figure is still rather difficult.
But victory or defeat doesn't matter... We've already gained enough time~ Art, are you ready to accept the 'qualification'? Our child should have infiltrated sufficiently by now?"
