Chapter 103: Suspected Return of an Old Friend

Li Hao was not that sentimental. He was chatting with A Youyou. The concert was tomorrow, and A Youyou would be performing. She hoped Li Hao would cheer for her; as her senior, that was absolutely a given.

"Aiyouyou, don't be nervous. You can do it. Trust my judgment. When the time comes, the person shouting the loudest down there will be me, along with Zuo Xiaotang. If that guy doesn't put in the effort, I'll kick him to death."

Zuo Xiaotang, who was also chatting in the Tianjing fan group, sneezed repeatedly, as if someone were using him to make a vow.

"Senior, I'm not nervous. Actually, I really want to sing with you, dance with you, and do the things we like together."

"If you want to fight me, that's fine. If I sing, the coffin shop's business will pick up. I don't know about dancing, but I'm quite good at high jump and long jump."

Li Hao laughed.

"Then after the performance, I'll accompany you to do what you want to do, and you accompany me to do what I want to do, how about that?"

"Of course, that's great!"

Li Hao thought to himself that anything was fine as long as it wasn't shopping.

"Pinky swear."

Li Hao was feeling smug. It was a pity Ma Laoshi wasn't there; if he saw such childish chatting, he would definitely mock him for a week. It was a waste of all the influence he had tried to rub off on him.

Closing the communicator,...

EMP was once again flooded with inexplicable challenges and all sorts of friend requests. He closed them directly and continued ranking, needing to climb the ranks quickly. Later, he had to focus on accompanying A Youyou. Just kidding, a mission is a mission, but he wasn't a Superman, and he didn't want to save the Earth. Only when he met A Youyou did he

feel the other side of life.

Zola's mouth twitched. Her friend request had been rejected...

This was the first time she had taken the initiative to add someone as a friend, and she had actually been rejected... Why?

Why?

Why?

It was very frustrating, extremely frustrating. She had listened to Damon's analysis from start to finish. It was basically accurate. The process was that process, but she was also a Golden Gene dominant in this area, and in this direction, she didn't believe anyone was stronger than her. The opponent must have had extremely strong

trajectory judgment. If this Cross Wheel had been released by him, it was indeed possible, but this Cross Wheel was released by her. These were two completely different concepts. No one could make such a layout; it was more of a desperate move in a crisis situation.

It must be that.

Zola repeated this to herself, but... she couldn't convince herself. As a tactical analyst for the team, she knew one principle best: there are no flukes in battle.

And there certainly aren't so many flukes gathered together. But if someone could pull off such an operation, she couldn't believe it. Humans didn't have that level of concentration and control.

Suddenly, someone patted her on the shoulder. She looked up, and it was actually Mark Lihao.

"Team Leader."

Mark Lihao looked at the mecha on the screen with deep eyes. "Zola, stop struggling with it."

"Team Leader, I'm not struggling. I'll just find a chance to fight him again and I'll know if it was a coincidence."

Zola said.

"Heavenly King" Fan Liweite dominated S10, because Mark Lihao's injury during training affected S10. He was the S9 champion and was crowned "War God," absolutely the most popular. And for S11, the two great powerhouses of the Moon would both compete, ensuring the creation of the first three-peat grand achievement in human history.

"Fighting again won't change anything. He is not my opponent."

Mark Lihao said.

"Team Leader, you... Team Leader, do you know that person?"

Mark Lihao looked at the frozen Armor Tiger mecha on the video. In that moment during the match, the Armor Tiger hadn't even looked at the opponent. In his field of vision, Zola had already lost.

That feeling was very, very familiar, just like that person. What was frustrating wasn't the defeat itself, but that in that person's eyes, everyone was about the same.

"I don't know him, maybe an acquaintance."

Mark Lihao fell into a period of contemplation. Some past memories kept surfacing. He had originally thought that with time he had forgotten, but he hadn't expected them to just be buried.

But seven years had passed. The past era had already passed. Xie'an's era had passed, and that person's era had also passed.

Zola looked at the Team Leader curiously. This was the first time she had seen emotional fluctuations in the cold and famous Mark Lihao, even on the night of winning the championship, the Team Leader couldn't be shaken.

A slight arc appeared at the corner of Mark Lihao's mouth. He had actually just raised the thought of challenging that Puppet to a duel; he was still a bit impatient. No matter who the other party was, did it matter?

He had already left everyone behind. What he wanted to do was build his own dynasty and write his own legend.

If the other party wanted to fight him, they should get to three thousand points first. Besides, the era of relying solely on operation had long passed. The past seven years were the golden seven years, the seven years he had lost, and the seven years others had used to ascend.

His biggest opponents now were Fan Liweite, Basta, and Chaoxisi. In S11, whoever could lead the team to the top would be the number one in NUP. No, it should be the number one in the Solar System.

That throne, he was determined to sit on it!

Zola's battle allowed the practicality of the Armor Leopard to be improved once again. Some top Warriors joined the training. If the Cross Wheel could be mastered, even if it could only be controlled once or twice after reaching a Super God Strike, it would be enough to cause sufficient pressure on the opponent. It was very good for unleashing big moves.

Every major team began to study it, because even if they didn't possess such ability, they needed to have the ability to respond, otherwise, if the opponent pulled it out, it would be a dead end.

And the Puppet... how to put it, this person was simply incredible. After defeating Zola, he won five more games in a row. The opponents were all high-tier EMP players. Unfortunately, the next few matches were all Armor Dragons; everyone wanted to see the Armor Leopard, but it didn't appear.

The Puppet's fighting style was also very distinctive. Once contact was made, if he found the opponent wasn't what he wanted, he would end the battle in a short time. This person... seemed to naturally carry an air of looking down from above, as if saying, "I'm not here to fight, I'm here to inspect."

Many people believed he was Chaoxisi; only Chaoxisi had such comprehensive skills. But Chaoxisi had already denied it. With Chaoxisi's personality, if it were him, he wouldn't bother to deny it. And... the ace of Wangxixisai simply didn't have the leisure.

But vaguely, everyone felt that Chaoxisi knew who this person was. And the latest gossip was that Chaoxisi's training intensity had increased again. The entire Wangxixisai was preparing for North Caro. This year's S Tournament was the main force in defending the dignity of Earth, and they absolutely would not

allow the Moon People to complete the three-peat grand achievement. I heard that for this, he even broke up with his girlfriend. It was crazy and a bit inhumane, but regarding the desire for victory, there was no doubt.

Top players in the S Tournament didn't have the leisure to be a signed player and play to the gallery. But who else could have such strength and such leisure?

Some people guessed it was a retired special forces soldier who had nothing to do and was reminiscing about his youth. Of course, this was also sprayed with dog's blood. They thought this was a special forces soldier on campus, or some security guard special forces soldier or something. Obviously, it was impossible; the progress of the era was too fast.

Wangxixisai S-Class Star War Military Academy.

Chaoxisi sat on a chair alone, a towel covering his head, his whole body soaked in sweat. There was no one within ten meters. Everyone at Wangxixisai knew that it was best to stay far away during the time the Team Leader finished his training meditation.

At this time, a girl walked over, and no one even dared to stop her. At this time, everyone had to be quiet. With Chaoxisi's temper, this person would likely have a bad outcome.

Someone recognized her; this was the new transfer student Ye Tong, this year's Supernova. In any other academy, a Supernova would be held in the palm of one's hand, but this was Wangxixisai. It wasn't that Supernovas were everywhere, but there was nothing remarkable about them either. A title was just a title,

representing potential. One needed to show strength and win honors for the school to be respected.

And at Wangxixisai, Chaoxisi was the king. That was not an exaggeration.

"Chaoxisi, I want to join the first team."

Ye Tong called him by his full name and got straight to the point, without any nonsense.

Chaoxisi raised his head, and in an instant, the entire training ground became noisy; some people even felt the precursors of a volcanic eruption, but unexpectedly, Chaoxisi only wiped away his sweat.

"You are still not good enough right now."

Chaoxisi said indifferently.

Ye Tong raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean? You're questioning my strength? I want to challenge you to a duel!"

Chaoxisi looked at Ye Tong, "We'll talk after North Caro."

"No, I want to participate in North Caro as a member of the first team, otherwise Seventh Brother will look down on me, and I can't afford to lose face like that."

Chaoxisi's pupils contracted slightly, and after a moment of Silence, he said, "You can challenge anyone on the first team; if you win, you can enter the first team."

"That's what you said, don't go back on your word!"

Ye Tong revealed a smile.

Once Ye Tong left, the towel covered Chaoxisi's head again, and the training ground, which had seemed to have its time frozen, resumed as everyone began their own busy training.

And Ye Tong, this newcomer who dared to bargain with Chaoxisi, also attracted everyone's attention; this time, it wasn't just because she was good-looking.

Tianjing Martial Arts, Dormitory 4396.

Li Hao sat there, feeling a bit helpless, as Zuo Xiaotang was seriously drawing symbols on Li Hao's face; these were the emblems of their Tianjing cheering squad, and although Li Hao wasn't one, every extra person meant extra strength, and they couldn't be outdone by other cheering squads.

"Zuo Xiaotang, is this really necessary? It's just a concert, do you need to prepare so many props? And is it really okay for you to be dressed like a neon light?"

Li Hao was trembling a little, feeling the sensation of being dominated by a fanatic fan.

"Hao Ge, I'll listen to you on everything else, but on this, you have to listen to me; this is our home turf in Tianjing!"

Zuo Xiaotang said seriously; he had been excited for several days for this.

On this rare weekend, Wuzang was still training; to him, weekends had no value, but he didn't go home either—training was training whether he went back or stayed here, and at least he had a companion at school; Huo Ying had been stimulated and had been competing with Wuzang in training recently.

Li Hao felt this was a good phenomenon; Huo Ying also had an unyielding personality, and the two were well-matched.

"I'm not here to see Arths, I'm here to see A Youyou."

Li Hao corrected him, "And to cheer for you by the way."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you're there."

Li Hao rolled his eyes; he felt like he was just a prop, but it didn't matter anyway, and then a banner was shoved into Li Hao's hands.

(Dear family members, give me a monthly ticket, and I will be as obedient as Zuo Xiaotang.)