"Sacrificial Officer Laird, can you tell me... why have you made such a judgment?"
Upon hearing Wyatt Barnes's words again, Cohen Yellow was even more curious and couldn't help but ask with some impatience.
Because, at this moment, even if a hundred or a thousand people asked him, he would only say that the odds between Julian Yorke and Kaison Truman are fifty-fifty.
He found it difficult, almost impossible, to make a judgment like Wyatt Barnes's.
Precisely because of this, he was very curious:
This low-grade alchemist Sacrificial Officer of their Flying Dragon Sect, what basis did he have to make such a judgment?
Facing Cohen Yellow's curious and ardent gaze, Wyatt Barnes squinted his eyes and spoke slowly, "Because I believe, compared to Julian Yorke, Kaison Truman is definitely more composed... Even if one of them gets distracted first and shows a flaw, I think, nine times out of ten, that person would be Julian Yorke, not Kaison Truman."
"Why do you say that?"
