“Really?” Stanley Batton asked.
Xyla Quest nodded. “Yeah, you were. You would’ve been hailed as the battle god if that happened during a professional match.”
“Oh?”
“I’m serious,” she insisted.
“But that wasn’t a professional match. My opponents were all terrible,” he stated as he made a face.
“How could there be terrible players at such high ranks?” she asked.
One of Stanley’s teammates from the match sent him a friend request while they were speaking, and he accidentally clicked on the b