Upon hearing my words, Austin Ward burst into a hearty laugh.
The surrounding old men also wore mocking expressions, looking at me as if I was a foolish clown.
"Going straight to the finals? I've never heard of such a thing." Austin took a sip of tea.
"Exactly, he doesn't even know how to brag."
"At such a young age, not having much ability is one thing, but to be full of lies as well, Elder Wilson, is this what you teach your students?"
Upon hearing their words, I coldly sneered.
"Whether I'm directly guaranteed or not, we'll know the result soon." I pulled Elder Wilson to a spot and sat down.
Austin chuckled, "I think you just want to stay here and not leave, right? Even if there really is a guarantee, it still has to pass through me, the president."
"How are you guaranteed when I don't know about it as the National Combat Arts Association President?" Austin asked mockingly.
I shot him a disdainful glance and said, "Some things don't need your approval."
