"This kid actually used the Tide Whirl!" In the competitors' area, the middle-aged man who had been chatting with Ma Jizong furrowed his brow.
Even though his brows were furrowed, his eyes sparkled with pleasure and satisfaction.
"It seems that Ma Zongji really wants to win," remarked a younger-looking man beside him.
"Win my ass!" the middle-aged man spat, "I know him too well. He just wants to fight with Bingke Xilu a bit longer."
"Should I talk to him about it when he comes back later?" the man asked tentatively.
The middle-aged man coughed, "There's really no need for that."
I knew it... The man's gaze shifted to the arena, and then he smiled:
"Ma Zongji has made great progress. We've all seen how hard he's worked this past year. At this point in the competition, I believe that he wants not only to fight Bingke Xilu for a bit longer but, even more, he might actually want to win."
The man's voice was low, as if containing a convincing power.