"King, we won!"
Looking at Tidamia, whose body was covered in scars and whose aura was grim yet whose Soul Fire flickered with joy, Fang Zhou shook his head, speechless. He sent a mental message to Tidamia. "Your Combat Techniques are too clumsy. It's a case of 'kill one thousand enemies, lose eight hundred of your own men'!"
"King, what's a thousand eight hundred?" Tidamia asked in confusion.
"Next time, be more agile. Don't end up covered in wounds yourself just to kill the enemy," Fang Zhou explained with a hint of helplessness. He then glanced at Olaf before sending another message to Tidamia. "From now on, you will learn from Olaf. Watch how he commands troops and how he improves his own Combat Ability. If you don't work hard now, you might just find yourself serving as my cannon fodder."
Tidamia's Soul Fire flickered with confusion, clearly not understanding Fang Zhou's meaning.
