Within the Sea of Consciousness, the Light Cluster flickered rapidly and incessantly.
It lodged a vehement protest!
What did he mean by a month's rations for the Light Cluster?
Were the Light Cluster's rations some kind of unit of measurement?
And besides, I don't eat this kind of Faith.
"Wasn't I just setting a standard?" Su Ming said with a chuckle. "Then I won't mention you anymore. I'll just call it one unit of Faith."
One month's rations for the Light Cluster = one unit of Faith.
The Light Cluster was growing, and its monthly rations were changing. It would be inconvenient to calculate in the future, so Su Ming simply used the Light Cluster's current appetite as a quantifiable standard.
He carefully examined the Faith within his Sea of Consciousness again, making sure he had gained a thorough understanding of what one unit of Faith meant.
Shouts from the outside world woke him.
"Junior Brother, it's our turn."
Long Xin woke Su Ming and asked again, "Are you sure you want to go on stage alone? That is Shrek Academy, after all."
"I have to give them some hope of winning," Su Ming said.
With that, he looked toward the arena, confirmed that it was his turn, left the waiting area, and walked onto the stage alone.
He was the only one to appear. None of the spectators had expected this, including the referee, Ye Xinglan and Xu Lizhi on the opposite side, and the Soul Elder captain from the academy whose place they had taken.
Eastsea Academy's waiting area.
Zero Class.
Watching this scene, Tang Wulin had a bad feeling.
What was Martial Brother trying to do?
Though he had this question, a guess naturally surfaced in his heart.
Gu Yue's expression held a trace of curiosity. For