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Both Claude and Benedict would end up shouldering the responsibility should they fail the tournament.

With that in mind, Claude felt his heart burdened deeply. He looked up as he shuddered, shooting a glance at Mr. Zayne and Elder Maurice. The two of them were not relaxed either, but they focused fully on Jack.

Jack had become their greatest hope.

Claude, noticing that both men did not gaze at him in disappointment, sighed in relief. He walked to Benedict and whispered, “It’s different this time. Before this, it was Jack who’d shoulder the blame if we lose, and we won’t be implicated heavily. However, if we don’t manage to stave off the pressure this time and end up dragging the team down, then we’d be the one to blame. The consequences won’t be pretty.”

Hearing that, Benedict shuddered involuntarily. His mood sank as he felt tears pooling in his eyes. Alas, no one could help the two of them at that moment.

too nervous that Elder Maurice averted his gaze from Jack and

turned cold. “Both of you must do your utmost best. This portion is just as important as the last. Even though we won the first portion, we‘ll still have to go through the second part if we lose this one. I trust you’ve heard everything Master Forrest and I have said before, this

Claude and Benedict to stiffen, and they felt,

one, they would not have to compete anymore. The tournament was incredibly important, and the two of them suddenly felt a lot more nervous. Their bodies suddenly

that they had a sure win. The pressure greatly increased for them in the second stage. If they lost this time, they would have

much so that they

higher-ups that they would win. Out of the blue, however, a dark horse joined the fray, and the results were out of their expectations. Master Forrest refused to accept this, but the