"No, there's something wrong with this host!" Wu Shanshan suddenly said.
Revealing dirt on Wenren Sheng's team was still harmless enough, but even smearing a team sent by the Patrol Division itself was obviously stirring up trouble.
"No way. This tournament was organized by the Patrol Division itself. Could they really make a mistake in the hosting segment at such a critical moment?" Zhao Han found it hard to believe.
But Wenren Sheng saw through the crux of it at once. This host had probably been influenced by the Heaven's Mandate Society.
Just like some Eastern Continent People in his previous life who had too much time on their hands—rather than loving their own parents and compatriots, they loved people completely unrelated to them and still prided themselves on being compassionate.
The Patrol Division probably had not expected the host to suddenly blurt out such strongly suggestive remarks on such an important occasion.
Fortunately, the host only touched on the matter briefly and did not continue. Instead, he changed the subject and began introducing both sides' records.
There was not much to say about Wenren Sheng's side. They had won every battle, relying purely on strength to crush their opponents.
Quite a few flaws had appeared during their fights, along with many weaknesses.
The biggest weakness was obvious even to the audience: Zhao Han, who stayed at the rear.
There was nothing to be done about it. She could never bring herself to be ruthless, but combat demanded speed, precision, and brutality. Whoever showed mercy would be the one left frustrated.
It was impossible to expect a girl barely in her twenties to suddenly become decisive and ruthless. Before, when she faced monsters, she could still strike without hesitation. Now that she was facing her own kind, and unlike Wenren