Clovis and Aileen were standing in the arena. They ignored the deafening cheers around them.
Instead, they focused on the opponent in front of them.
"Is this situation going according to your plan? To think that you had no hesitation to allow yourself to lose in the group match."
"I thought you had already read it." Clovis closed his eyes.
"You thought?" Aileen squinted her eyes. She harrumphed, "Shouldn't you say, 'You knew I wouldn't read it until the match is over?' or something?"
"No way. I'm not a prophet." Clovis chuckled.
"I'm wondering… do you predict yourself winning this battle?" Aileen asked.
"What do you think?" Clovis smiled.
Aileen squinted her eyes. Even though Clovis didn't answer her question, his confident smile was enough for her. She said, "In that case, we will see whether you have the ability or not. I'm not going to hold back."
Clovis nodded.