The Pure White Chamber of Commerce.
Marshall sat quietly in a chair in the sitting room, waiting for news.
Although Marshall considered this operation practically a sure thing, he still felt a sense of unease.
That unease left him waiting anxiously here.
Just then, Doron hurried over.
"How is it going?" Although Marshall appeared very calm, the barely concealed tremor in his voice betrayed his mood.
"They should have started. I saw that Navigator lady fly overhead. She was probably going to get help," Doron said calmly.
That was all they could observe. After all, this was a battle between fourth-tier Classholders. If a mere second-tier noncombat Classholder like Doron approached, he probably would not even know how he died.
As for sending high-tier Classholders closer, that would be no different from seeking death. A second-tier Classholder might not necessarily die if they approached.
But a third-tier Classholder who approached would certainly be killed. Under these circumstances, neither side would allow a threat to come near.
Even if that threat was relatively weak.
At Doron's words, the fat on Marshall's face quivered. He knew that since the operation had begun, the outcome should be decided very soon.
Although Marshall had not advanced far as a Classholder, his position meant he still understood some basic information.
Battles involving agility-type Classholders generally ended very quickly, and the area of destruction was not large.
Likewise, agility-type Classholders were also easy to kill. Below legendary rank, an agility-type Classholder was basically doomed once a Classholder of the same tier landed a hit.
So regardless of who won, the outcome would probably emerge very soon.
Just as Marshall was thinking this, a clamor arose outside the chamber of commerce.
"Damn it, what idiot has come to make trouble at the chamber of commerce?" Already agitated,