Ma Hongjun clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking sharply as a roguish air appeared on his face.
"If we really run into him in the arena, I'll blast him with Phoenix Fire! I don't care what kind of dragon he is—I'll roast him into skewers!"
Dai Mubai slammed a fist onto the stone table beside him.
A muffled bang rang out.
His Evil Eyes brimmed with arrogance and fighting spirit.
"Fatty's right!"
"What Candle Dragon? The name sure sounds impressive! Once we get on the Soul Fighting Platform, I'd like to see whether his dragon is stronger, or whether my White Tiger comes out on top!"
"Just don't let me run into him. Otherwise, I'll beat him flat and show him what a true Top-tier Assault System Soul Master is!"
Foul language and arrogant boasts echoed through the small lounge.
Listening to the exchange from the side, Oscar felt his blood boil as well, as though he could already see the dawn of victory.
Yet a cool, clear voice poured over them like a basin of cold water.
"What's the point of saying such tasteless things?"
Zhu Zhuqing sat in the corner, her expression having barely changed from beginning to end.
Now, she slowly raised her eyes. Her quiet gaze swept over Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, carrying an unmistakable trace of mockery.
"Have either of you actually looked into Candle Dragon's strength?"
The arrogance on Dai Mubai's face froze.
Ma Hongjun's shouting caught in his throat as well.
Zhu Zhuqing's voice was not loud, but every word was clear.
"For the past half month, I've privately gathered every scrap of information about Candle Dragon's battles."
"He has only fought three times in total. Each time, Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan were absent, and he took the field as Captain."