Vincent looked calm.
Now that his appearance had become a fact, the only thing he could do was to try his best to win.
The new disciples stared at Giles angrily. They hadn't reached an agreement yet. How could Giles do that?
"Just wait and see. Don't worry."
Marcus said casually.
Someone wanted to refute him, but Marcus's indifferent expression and confidence as if he could control the whole situation stunned the person who wanted to question him.
It seemed that he only needed to follow Marcus's words.
Then this battle would definitely be no problem.
"Boy, I hope you won't regret it, halakha."
Vincent's opponent, the old disciple like a small mountain, was trembling with fat all over his body.
He smiled smugly at Vincent and didn't take him seriously.
"Remember, when you first fight, you must use your frozen skill to freeze the ground."
Vincent recalled what Marcus had told him.
He looked up at his opponent and smiled.