"As expected of the champion of the Void Cup—with such strength, you're more than qualified to be our deputy leader. Even with such a numerical advantage, we were still overwhelmed by your attack. I apologize for doubting your abilities."

In the end, it was Ye Tianlang who stepped up as the team leaders' representative. Gone was the pride from his voice; it had been replaced by awe and admiration. If nothing else, the fact that he had spared them a loss of life and dignity was worthy of respect. If they had been victorious, they certainly wouldn't have treated him in like manner.

The troops, who weren't privy to the details of Zhang Lie's strength but had gleaned a little understanding of it during the battle, were all staring gobsmacked at him. After all, they hadn't expected their team leaders to lose, especially not five against one. Few of them were at...