Chapter 157: 155 Silent Feuding

Weak.

Titanyana could not think of another word to describe the performance of Trebar's squad. She could conceptualize a more accurate term, she just wasn't knowledgeable enough in the English lexicon to manifest it. 'Lackluster', 'Lukewarm', 'Disappointing', all more descriptive terms that escaped her mind for the time being.

"Was I like that when I started?"

She couldn't help but think about how pathetic she would have looked back then. Until now, she had never put any serious thought into it, she was just too tired to care. Looking at them like this though . . . half an hour in and they were already dragging their feet? She lasted longer than that right?

Right?

Titanyana couldn't remember, though she had a feeling she probably looked like they did. Why wouldn't she have been? What reason could she possibly have had to be in a better physical state than they were?

"Pick up your feet Anbel!"