"Then what do we do?"
The other young elf looked at Marz Roche.
"As long as a challenger requests for a challenge, as a genius on The Prodigy Ranking, he can not refuse."
Marz's expression was somewhat helpless.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I can't beat him anyway, so let's end it quickly."
Marz Roche had already given up struggling. He directly chose to agree and was too lazy to waste any more time.
As Marz accepted the challenge, his body turned into a ball of white light and disappeared.
The other elves in the team were already used to this scene.
After all, they all knew that as long as it was a battle on The Prodigy Ranking, the will of the Land of Origin would drag it to the White Cloud City's arena. After the battle, it would definitely return regardless of the outcome.
The elves looked at each other.
The girl who admired Marz prayed silently,
"I hope Marz can win."
The others did not respond.