To the audience, Ye Chong's loss was inevitable. However, Ye Chong himself did not think so. In fact, he believed that victory was close at hand. Even if his opponent tried Fissure Strangle on him again, he would be able to block without his shield. Perhaps it was due to the fighting moves, he no longer felt too tired anymore. Of course, he still stuck to being passive, waiting for his opponent's next move.
Tong took a look at the arena, surprised. "So you really do have a few capable subordinates here. This guy can use Fissure Strangle, must be a capable man. Hmm, that candidate is also doing very well, blocking that Fissure Strangle attack. You should make an exception and hire him. If the fight goes on, he could get hurt."
"Alright." Brahm nodded. He activated his comms and quietly spoke orders. Right now, his mind was mostly occupied with the shocking news that his friend brought to him, and his attention on Number 231 was temporarily redirected.