Newark International Youth Martial Arts Center.
「One minute earlier.」
Backstage, inside a private room.
In front of a massive one-way mirror, two high-ranking officials from the White Eagle Country stared intently at the fallen figure in the arena.
Just a few seconds ago,
the "Chosen One" in their eyes, the ultimate weapon forged by the White Eagle Empire with hundreds of billions of US dollars and countless top-notch technologies—
William, had been sliced open like a block of tofu by a woman from Great Xia with a sword.
"Fuck!!!"
A furious roar shattered the dead silence backstage.
One of them, an old man with an aquiline nose, violently smashed his wine glass on the floor.
His face was contorted, and the veins on his neck bulged like writhing earthworms. He was clearly furious to the extreme.
"We lost? We lost even like this?!"
"Is this what you called foolproof? Is this the guaranteed victory you promised the president?!"
