"Phew, phew..."
After who knows how long, an old man and a young one stared at each other, neither willing to concede, yet there was a mutual respect in their eyes.
Guo Yunzi pointed at himself and introduced, "The old man's nickname is Omen Star, may I ask who you are!?"
Wang Hao proudly lifted his head, "This young master is known as Ghost of Sorrow."
Guo Yunzi's expression grew solemn; this name he had heard of. It had suddenly emerged recently, a legendary disaster, more notorious than his own reputation that he had built up over more than three years.
"Old man has played 2000 rounds, screwed up over 1900 games, proficient in all manners of insulting teammates, betrayed teammates 30,000 times, skillfully mastered the timing of stealing kills," Guo Yunzi said with pride.