"Marlon is not up to much. I'm familiar with his skill level. At best, he will only reach the early stages of willful burn. He's honestly a bit of a babysitter. His combat skills are really the worst in the game." Tita shook his head, asserting that unless Li Hao is God with some sort of golden touch, ten Marlins would not be enough.
Growth and progress require earlier accumulation. The problem with Marlon is that his early accumulation is too poor. As a result, when others are progressing quickly, the gap widens. Marlon knows this, he's also trying hard, training a lot, but as the competition progresses, his confidence is being crushed even more.
If a little effort could represent everything, then why would we need talent?
"If they could change course now, I'm betting on Li winning it all." Huang Chao laughed, everyone's mental state was not bad, and the members of the Apocalypse were also very curious and eager to gossip.
"Where are you putting our boss, Sirian?"