White Mist's Comeback
Adding salt to his inconceivable wounds, the drone cams started circling around White Mist from afar, focusing on the slightest changes in his expression. They were like bullies, waiting for White Mist's downfall before they pressed down on him mercilessly.
"What on... Penta Beast Integration? Is such a thing even possible?" White Mist's eyes widened as he despaired, looking at Yun Zhe, who overpowered him in all categories.
At first, White Mist's face was filled with hopeful eagerness as he was able to act first. There was a moment when White Mist had assumed that the possibility of a victory could be achieved. After all, he managed to summon his trusty Representative, the Death Metronome, and he managed to curse his opponent's Representative. It was all going well...