An Idea
"Hmm…" William couldn't tell how many strong teams there were in the competition. After all, the standards of his were quite different from the ones of the red falcon members.
"Don't take the general ranking to assess any team's strength," Lucas said in a rare moment of seriousness, "there are many occasions where strong teams get unlucky and fall out. Not to mention the common occurrence of two hellish strong teams facing up against each other in early rounds."
William got what Lucas meant by that. From the grand number of teams out here, such possibilities would occur indeed.
"Let's take down this team," Lucas rubbed his hands when he went on the fighting ground, "they aren't that good, not like us at least."
What Lucas said proved to be quite right. The opposite team was a mixture of fire, earth, wind, and water spirit masters. However, for a reason, their strongest techniques weren't that strong compared with the first round team.