If this team didn't have Wang Yi, Mitchell would definitely have quietly hung back and tried not to say anything.
After all, he had always been a consummate self-serving opportunist.
But now that he'd decided to cling to the boss, he wasn't going to hesitate to step up when the boss's team was in trouble. He had to show the boss how brave and fearless he was.
Wang Yi looked at Mitchell and nodded with satisfaction.
Mitchell had actually said something pretty pleasing for once.
Then Wang Yi looked over his players.
His expression was solemn, but his blood was racing with excitement. "From the moment Doug showed up, today's game was destined to be a physical battle."
"How do you fight a physical battle? If they come at you, you hit back!"
"Skill, tactics, and stamina are all secondary in this game. There's only one thing we need most: a certain spirit. In China, we call it the Spirit of Drawing the Sword."
"When two opponents meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins. When you face the enemy, you draw your sword! Wherever its point is aimed, nothing can stand in its way!"
"Maybe we'll get hurt in this game. Maybe we'll bleed. But we have to make them pay the price in injuries and blood, too."
"In short, no matter what it costs, we can't let these despicable scumbags win this game. Because they don't deserve it!"
Wang Yi's words sent the Kings players' blood surging. They raised their fists and shouted:
"Wherever the sword points, nothing can stand in its way!"
"Wherever the sword points, nothing can stand in its way!"
"Wherever the sword points, nothing can stand in its way!"
The camera captured the Kings' resting area, and the footage appeared on the big