Zhao Douan smiled:
"Besides, not all of you need to fight. Smile a little. Don't be like you're surrendering before the fight has even started."
The Tributor eunuchs tried to force a smile, but it was more unsightly than crying.
After several days of sparring, everyone repeatedly assessed the situation and clearly perceived the disparity between both sides.
"The opponents have three people. We will have three matches, and winning one would be acceptable," Zhao Douan comforted.
The Tributeurs wore bitter expressions; fighting on home turf, winning all three shouldn't be necessary, but they should at least take two matches, otherwise, wouldn't it disgrace His Majesty? But... can they achieve that? No one had confidence.
Originally, some placed their hope on Junior Guardian Zhao, thinking if he could execute the Armor-breaking sword skill like on the first day, there might be a turnaround.
