Returning the favor naturally meant that Blake Snyder had to intentionally let Tyler Thomas win.
Although Blake agreed verbally, he was extremely unwilling in his heart.
As a disciple of Benjamin Brown, how could he lose to a country bumpkin?
"Commander Brown, I understand." Blake bowed and said.
On the other side, Commander Ford looked at Tyler Thomas with a smile.
He didn't believe that Tyler could defeat Blake, so his worries vanished completely.
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"Tyler, don't blame me for this." Commander Ford laughed and patted me on the shoulder.
I said, "Commander Ford, why would I blame you? As long as I defeat Blake quickly, we will still be the number one team in the Crestwood Training Division."
Commander Ford laughed, "Good, good. If you can really defeat Commander Brown's direct disciple, I'll be impressed!"
I remained silent. Though I didn't have a master, the heritage left by my father was as good as a treasure.
With that knowledge, I wasn't afraid of anyone.
