Wang Han nodded. "I'll bring all the Contractors here in a bit to 'reinforce' Robert. You can find our ship 300 kilometers to the east."
A gust of wind swept past, and she vanished.
Young Master Bai clicked his tongue in admiration. "Beautiful and talented, wise and brave. You're a lucky man."
Kirk said sourly, "Kid, you're quite the charmer yourself. You must have plenty of admirers. When are you bringing one around to meet us?"
Young Master Bai looked embarrassed and changed the subject. "Speaking of which, Robert was a once-in-a-generation talent, but he had terrible character and even worse luck. He ran into a freak like you—a Melee Fighter who could instantly summon an army led by dozens of Domain Experts! And he even got 300 Sword Dancers from the Sith, making them the trump card that led to his death on Pluto! Robert could die without regrets, knowing how well he knew how to take advantage of others' strength!"
Kirk shook his head. "We've badly offended the God Domain in this trial. That won't bode well for the next Space War. Did you notice? Neither Robert, our enemy, nor Julia, on the Jedi side, ever gave Earthlings the time of day! That's not surprising, really. The Universe God Race has such absurd physical abilities that they have every reason to be arrogant! If Robert hadn't been determined to kill me, I wouldn't have laid this trap to get rid of him. They forced us into opposing them."
"Whether we chose this path or were forced onto it, there's no turning back now." Young Master Bai mused, "I'll report this to Grandpa as soon as I get back. If necessary, I'll ask him to return to the Earth Alliance. We don't have any experts here, and we'll be