Feng Wu the Despised

"Hahaha —"

The crowd burst into laughter.

They laughed at what they were seeing.

"I told you. There's no way that Feng Wu can win this!"

"Look at that horse Feng Wu chose! Does she know what she's doing?"

"That's such a lazy horse! Lightbolt is so far ahead already, but Feng Wu's Little Master is still lying there. That name really suits it."

"Look, it's rolling its eyes at us. Does it think that we're too loud?"

"I've never seen such a lazy horse before. Feng Wu's so going to lose. She doesn't stand a chance at all."

Everyone was so sure that Feng Wu was going to lose.

Whereas Feng Wu herself —

She crouched down, crossed her arms, and looked at her Little Master in resignation.

"So, what will it take to make you stand up?"

Little Master didn't respond.

Feng Wu said, "How about I give you 30% of the prize after I defeat Sefiro?"

The horse remained unperturbed.