Maxis laughed, finally letting go of the resentment that had plagued him since their encirclement battle. "Li Hao, you've always been the target I aim to surpass. It's my honor, and enough for Romero to brag about for a lifetime!"
Li Hao?
A target to surpass?
What target???
Romero?
Which Romero?
Could it be the Lone Wolf???
The intense competition of the S-race made people quickly forget about the Lone Wolf, the first warrior to fall. And by the semifinals, the only one who left an impression on Li Hao was Romero and his blade…
The camera panned to the contestant area but found no trace of Romero. At this time, Romero was in the corridor holding a bunch of drinks he had bought for his teammates, leaning against the wall. He bit his lips hard, his eyes turning a bright red…