"I got it. Don't worry, I'll win for sure. When's the match?" Ethan said casually.
Nathaniel immediately replied, "Three days from now."
"Three days, huh? Alright then. I'll see you all then." Ethan shook his head slightly, then stood up, ready to leave.
"Wait!"
Just as he was about to step away, a voice suddenly called out to him. Ethan paused for a moment, and the others also froze, turning toward the speaker. It was none other than Xavian Serpentis, the leader of the Holy Concord Guild.
"Something else?" Ethan asked calmly.
"Global Battlefield isn't just some ordinary competition—it affects the fate of Greater America and all its allied nations. Are you absolutely sure you can handle this?" Xavian fixed his gaze on Ethan, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"Xavian!" Nathaniel's expression darkened instantly as he snapped at him.