The main general for the Elite side was a delicate-looking girl. Not exactly beautiful, but her calm demeanor was not unpleasant either. As soon as she stepped down from her position, she glanced at the score and then Fang Hong, before quietly gathering her belongings and leaving the arena.
The audience was momentarily silent.
Perhaps they still hadn't accepted the fact that Ragnarok's main character not only wasn't showy but also managed to score higher than the Elite side. People were staring at the numbers on the scoreboard, like a school of dark-backed fish washed up on the beach.
Among the crowd, only Sophie bent over laughing.
She felt like Silver Weslan had run head-first into a shark and was now silently watching as the Elite, clueless, did the same. If you were to list the vices of humanity, gloating would certainly be in the top three.
However, she wasn't optimistic about Ragnarok defeating Elite either.
