After briefly introducing the competition rules, Wang Hua switched topics.
"Currently, the 'troop strength' ratio between the enemy and us is 6:4. We're at a disadvantage."
Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, thank goodness, as long as it's not an advantage...
If you raise a flag of prosperity and exuberance, I might as well surrender...
"However, the average strength of our contenders is slightly better, so the overall disadvantage isn't as big as it seems."
Looking at Zhu Haomiao, the excited Wang Hua finally uttered the words he'd held back for so long.
"And now that you're here, the dynamics of attack and defense have changed!"
"As long as you launch an attack, everything will get better!"
"The advantage is ours!"
Zhu Haomiao: "...."
I'm feeling itchy all over, like I'm full of flags!!!
Feeling an inexplicable itchiness all over, the young man pursed his lips with mixed emotions, hesitating to speak.
