Win... win.
Sophia looked at the word ‘win’on the interface of the magic net. Her tensed nerves were all relaxed at that moment.
When they wiped out the cast irons and climbed to the high ground, the despair of defeat gradually enveloped Sophia. It felt like someone was holding your heart tightly and pulling it around.
But they still won the battle that was impossible to win because of Fuya... Fuya had defended the central crystal by herself at the last moment.
Sophia let go of the primary crystal mouse and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on her palm. She had never been so nervous in a match before.
In the past, in Nolan’s magic-related matches, as long as Sophia participated, she would always be the most dazzling one. But now, Sophia was willing to give this position to Fuya..
“There’s one more round left.”