In that moment, a gust of wind poured onto the competition grounds. It was probably his overwhelming aura when Qin Mo stood up. The other members of Supreme Alliance straightened behind him, their backs straight and firm. Their team name was emblazoned on the back of their jackets, flashing clear on the screens.
"The real battle is about to begin, watch carefully…"
Zhao Sanpang glanced towards his captain, his expression changing. "Mmh."
They would have to watch carefully, both the Japanese and Supreme Alliance.
The arrival of the team battle heated up the arena. The originally lazy and languid Hoshino leaned forward to remove his jacket. The next time he looked up, there was a seriousness in his eyes like never before.
Bo Jiu smiled. Her seat was directly across from him. She stuffed a hand into her pants pocket, looking at him with an unconcealed warmth.
Hoshino studied her face, asking gently, "Have you recovered?"
