BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
However, heavy applause, like thunder, came from Kasim, the Martial Technique Instructor, at his side.
This is bad! Klinsmann thought of an extremely terrible possibility.
Just as he turned to explain, he saw this Martial Technique Instructor from the Vitali Empire staring intently at him, a wrathful smile on his face.
"What a huge surprise, Your Majesty Klinsmann," Kasim said. "Don't you think you owe me, and the Vitali Empire, a reasonable explanation?"
At this point, the legendary Martial Technique Instructor from the Vitali Empire, his dragon-like eyes wide, swept his gaze over his once-defeated foes—Hamad, Captain of the Royal Guard, who already had his hand on his sword hilt, and the Drow Matriarch Naferutali, who was stretching languidly, feigning indifference. Kasim then asked in a deep voice, "Or are you so confident that, from this distance, you're willing to bet with me?"
