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This battle also caused Dendi and Pampas to reflect. At their level, if they said that they did not want to be the strongest in the world – that had to be a lie. However, reality was like this. There would always be someone stronger. This was an unsolvable problem.
The two of them were more clear-minded and very quickly found their position in the Greatest King Competition. Putting aside their desire to win, what was more important was to learn from the experience. How else could they fully use their advantages?
In this aspect, they were no doubt successful. People like Hocatolin, on the other hand, had already been eliminated from this race.
“Do you think Wang Zheng will give up?” Pampas gulped a mouthful of beer. He was very comfortable. Battle tactics were just battle tactics, but deep in his heart, he also desired strength like Marzu’s.
“No.” Dendi shook his head. “That rascal Wang Zheng hides deep. Everyone keeps criticizing him for being an Earthling, but I feel that that is precisely where his advantage lies.”
“Hehe, the origin of humans still should not be belittled. This person has the steadiness of an Earthling but also the domineering aura that the average Earthling lacks. This is very rare.” Pampas expressed his approval.
“I say what if, under the circumstances of what if, Saruman Snake wins?” Dendi said.
Pampas’s eyes also shone with light. Friendliness. Their friendliness towards Wang Zheng made them feel biased towards Saruman Snake. It has to be admitted that this was a type of charisma. They admired Wang Zheng’s personality.
As for this “what if” possibility, honestly speaking, both Pampas and Dendi were powerful people who sought victory under losing circumstances. However, they also could not feel any chances of victory.
Everyone said that Arbiters were rigid and did not know any battle tactics. But actually, these people were wrong. The Arbiter’s way of meeting a hundred thousand changes with no change – that was the best battle tactic. This matched their style. Compatibility was the best. They did not need to comply with the tastes and thinking of outsiders.
The double core Arbiter was really unsolvable. Because both Marzu and Olivios were too mature and too steady, there was even lesser chances.
Comparatively, on Imperial Glory’s side, while having amazing talents, they were lacking in their psychological states and experiences. That was possible to target.
But under such situations, to give up one round was equal to giving up completely. This would be right in terms of battle tactics, but they knew the truth in their hearts, and they were unwilling to just give up.
Until this step, no matter who it was, he would be unwilling.
On a night of victory, the Arbiters naturally needed to celebrate. Oli also celebrated. No matter which team she was on, she was, after all, an Arbiter. But the Aslans, on the other hand, were behind shut doors. There was not an Aslan person to be seen in the academy.
They would not be able to walk out of this depressive loss within a short period of time
In Huiyin’s room, melodious piano sounds flowed from her fair fingers. The melody was very light-hearted, like the rivers in the forests. It was relaxing. Aina curled up on the sofa, relaxed. Her fair, slim legs were exposed, her delicate toes slightly curled.
That pair of brilliant, starry eyes was slightly closed. Her eyelashes would randomly quiver lightly. It was a picture of a sleeping beauty.
Huiyin concentrated on the music to make the melody more natural and relaxed. To be honest, Huiyin was a little sad that Imperial Glory had lost, but her mood would not be so depressed normally. It was not her field, and Huiyin did not put much emphasis on losing or winning. That was her personality. But she knew that while her sister looked relaxed on the surface, she was actually very sad in her heart.
She was the symbol of Aslan. Their Imperial Glory had lost. People would talk about the lacking areas of Di Maria, but as the princess, she also had responsibility.
Hocatolin and Di Maria both had the same problem. They were overconfident. For these last few years, Aslan had been developing too smoothly. It was so smooth that they had already forgotten their surnames.
It was a grave weakness to lack experience.
Looking at Olivios, Marzu, Wang Zheng, even Pampas and Dendi, the truly strong did not care about winning those competitions that could be won, but in winning those that could not possibly be won.
This was an aspect that Wang Zheng was the strongest in.
He was a person who did not seem to know what giving up was, what retreating was. There was confidence and intelligence in his bravery.
Aina did not know why, but just thinking of Wang Zheng’s smile lifted her mood. When she was feeling depressed, that terrible guy always would appear repeatedly in her head. Why?
Perhaps she liked his style?
Aina could not hold back a giggle. This was confusing. Was it because she could not handle Imperial Glory losing one match and needed a man’s shoulder to lean on?
She was not that weak.
This battle had made a problem clear to her. She originally thought that it was only Hocatolin who belittled his enemies and was overconfident. But in reality, now the entire younger generation of Aslans were all too arrogant. The Arbiters were also like this. But they went through tougher training and real fights to solve this problem. And the Aslan Empire’s military academies were all too focused on the surface. Battle tactic theory, mech weaponry, Aslan was the best in all these.
But warriors?
Aspects of honor and discipline were no problem, but they were too comfortable. This battle was a very good warning.
All along, the Aslan Empire rarely involved themselves in outside wars. They always borrowed powers to fight. Whereas Arbiter used their own armies. Hence, while Aslan had a better reputation, the Arbiter armies had all the training.
Within these was also the balance of politics. Regardless, this problem should be brought up to Prime Minister Kashawen for attention. The first thing was to solve the problem of the Aslan Empire’s military academies.
They needed real battles. Real battles were the true tests. All theories were empty.
And they needed resilience. They had to be able to bear losses – like Olivios, like Marzu.
Unknowingly, the piano music stopped. Huiyin laid beside Aina quietly. The two sisters enjoyed the calmness of the night sky.
Huiyin wanted to help, but she did not know what kind of help she could offer.
Perhaps they should let Brother Wang Zheng go out and teach Marzu a bitter lesson for them.
Yes, this was such a good idea!
“Sister, if Asura loses too, would we look less bad?” Huiyin laughed.
Aina opened her eyes and tenderly stroked Huiyin’s golden, long hair. “It is normal for soldiers to experience winning and losing. This is nothing, and we need not comfort ourselves like that.”
“Oh, okay then. But if Asura loses, that should be a happy thing.”
“That would be, but the Asura now is indeed the strongest and most mature battle team in the Elite Academy.”
“That’s not definite. I think that the Saruman Snake battle team can win. Brother Wang Zheng will definitely beat that Marzu up badly!”
“Oh, why?”
“Because he made Sister unhappy. When Sister is unhappy, Huiyin is unhappy. When Huiyin is unhappy, Brother Wang Zheng will be unhappy!”
Aina could not hold back her laughter. “You, ah, whether or not he will even take the battle is another matter.”
Huiyin’s head shook like a toy drum. “Brother Wang Zheng will not retreat. He said that they will definitely get the championship.”
“You believe in him so much?”
“Yes!” Huiyin said. In her heart, she secretly said that actually you were the one who believed in him the most, except that you could no longer remember now.
“Sister, don’t you think that Wang Zheng is very handsome?” Huiyin suddenly said.
Aina could not hold back a laugh. “Is he very handsome? Which part?”
This girl’s taste was really very special. Perhaps there were too many handsome guys and beauties in Aslan. Anyway, this Wang Zheng did have a very special look. But that was that.
But… recalling the gaze of Wang Zheng when he was debating, it seemed like… he was really a bit handsome.
