She Can't Possibly One-Shot Me, Can She?!

"If the Sun Moon Team keeps fighting like this, our chances of winning will rise to seventy percent."

In the viewing area, Jiang Ming watched the situation on the competition stage below and spoke softly.

Judging purely by their lineup on paper, the Sun Moon Team's members completely outclassed the Shrek Team.

But now, Wang Qiuer had crippled one of them in the very first individual match. That meant the Sun Moon Team would be one person short when facing the Shrek Team in the upcoming team battle.

To be honest, Jiang Ming could not understand why the Sun Moon Team was fighting this way.

They had the advantage on paper, so why not just send out their strongest fighters and crush the opposition while they were weakened? If they were stronger yet still so timid, what was the difference between having an advantage and not having one?

Of course, the other side making a foolish move was still very friendly toward them.

At the very least, their chances of winning had increased considerably.

If the Sun Moon Team lost...

Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes, a glint flickering within them.

If the Sun Moon Team lost, it would mean Xu Tianran's plan to boost the confidence of the entire Sun Moon Empire by having the Sun Moon Team win the championship would go straight down the drain.

No, that would not merely be going down the drain. It would be going straight into debt!

After all, during the previous tournament in Star Luo City, where they had fought away from home, they had still taken second place. Moreover, they had lost to that terrifying lineup of four Soul Saints and three Soul Emperors, led by the monster Jiang Ming. Their loss had been entirely understandable—even glorious.

Looking back over the