The corner of Zhao Ci's mouth twitched. Shaking his head, he said, "It's fine! Just doing your best is enough. Your fundamentals are solid. Once we get the Ten Thousand Wood Roots, you'll have great potential!"
"You know it!"
Feng Kucha nodded confidently. He wasn't the least bit discouraged, even though he hadn't scored any points.
Zhao Ci was also quite surprised. He hadn't expected his brother-in-arms to be so resilient.
He took out the list. "Next match: Gongshu Cuo versus Yang Mo."
Feng Kucha asked, "Lao Mo, can you win?"
"I can!"
Yang Mo cracked a smile. "Don't worry!"
With that, he and Gongshu Cuo stepped onto the arena platform.
And then...
SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH!
He doused himself with several bottles of potions.
He swiftly hugged his head and curled into a ball. "Brother Gongshu, let's begin!"
He was clad in iron armor.
Curled up into a ball.
He looked just like an armored turtle.
Gongshu Cuo: "..."
