Tita, back on the moon, saw it too. He had finally accepted the challenge. Would he use Black Night Saber? If he did, this battle would be worth watching. If he stuck with the armored type, it would be very dangerous.

Because of her participation, Armor Leopard's ultimate move had been exposed. Even if he could manually accelerate the cross-wheel, it could still be countered. Lone Wolf wasn't one for etiquette; Martians were inherently driven by victory, especially in major competitions. Only a super fighter could avoid being targeted and still surprise the opponent. The key was that this was Romero, not just anyone.

But thinking about Li Hao's sleepy appearance, she felt uneasy. He didn't seem to care about winning or losing. It was as if, apart from Ayouyou, nothing motivated him. A person who wants to achieve great things needs spirit! She was a little worried.

There was no doubt that this battle would attract top-tier attention. Deep down, she hoped Li Hao could win.

Her Skylink rang. Tita answered. It was the Heavenly King, Fan Liweite, the defending champion.

"Tita, you're back. Did you gain anything in Tianjing?" Fan Liweite's gentle voice sounded, the S10 champion.

There was a five-minute break between matches. Best of five, and 500,000 were beckoning the skinny boy.

The skinny boy's ID was "Number Two Ant." He didn't show any emotion after winning the match, but he looked even paler and was panting noticeably.

Crazy Martial Artist was speechless. What kind of opponent had he encountered? He was determined to win this competition. He was both a professional streamer and a "bounty hunter" who specialized in hunting amateur competitions, taking on various high-end bounty matches at EMP centers. Some large EMP centers offered very high bounties for publicity, resulting in a substantial annual income. He could also stream while competing, earning from both sides. This competition was a bit of a bonus, but every little bit counts, and since the other party was sincere, he came. The rules required choosing light, medium, and heavy mecha, and he was one of the few all-rounders.

Taking advantage of the break, Crazy Martial Artist opened his stream and grinned. "Brothers, calm down, calm down. We martial artists emphasize virtue. The opponent is an amateur, so let's give him one game first for the show. Those who like the streamer can support me."

Crazy Martial Artist often boasted that he was an outer disciple of the Chen family, one of the five great ancient martial arts families, but no one took it seriously.

"Damn, are you a scam streamer? I bet a million gold beans and I'm already standing on the roof."

"This Number Two Ant looks like he'll fall over in the wind. Streamer, you're overdoing the act, don't scam us!"

"Crazy Martial kid, get your act together! Don't show mercy just because the opponent is weak! There are no fathers and sons on the battlefield!"

"Crazy Martial little brother, if you can't win the next round in three seconds, kneel down and call me daddy!"

The comments went wild. Crazy Martial Artist smiled, confident based on the opponent's appearance. The first game was probably a fluke.