"A challenge match? Against a Middle-class Empire?"
A fierce fighting spirit ignited in Qing Lei's eyes. Mu Bingling was right; the people from the Low-class Empires were just minor obstacles, not enough to command their full attention. The real problem was which empire they should choose as a stepping stone for the challenge match. This was, after all, their first time in the Empire Tournament. They had no clear idea how strength was truly divided between High, Middle, and Low-class Empires. The strength of the Middle-class Empire they were about to challenge was a complete unknown. What should they choose?
Just then, Di Cang, who had been sitting silently to one side, suddenly smiled. "Children, have you run into a dilemma?"
Qing Lei froze for a moment before giving an awkward smile. He did have a question, a major one. But they had been so independent that with each victory, they had actually forgotten they had a seasoned old fox like Di Cang right beside them.
