"I will surely participate in the next battle, War Marshal Bai," Maximilian agreed, his face unreadable as ever.
Bai Chengsheng's fists relaxed. He rose from the bed and slowly moved forward, his each step measured and deliberate, carrying the weight of his authority.
"I will look forward to your performance tomorrow," he said, tapping his shoulder as he reached beside him.
Without waiting for Maximilian's response, he vanished from his camp.
"Hah... he is not even hiding his intentions anymore," Maximilian sighed, shaking his head wearily. "Well, he was tolerant enough to let me skip the last two battles."
Moments later, Wukong entered the camp again. Maximilian shared the plan with him. He was already aware that Bai Chengsheng was definitely going to target him in the battle, and now the confirmation only steeled his resolve.
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