The Favourites Among Mighty Ones

An ocean breeze passed through the city that was choked with people and devoid of even a semblance of uniqueness. From the milling tourists' lips came standard Chinese in a variety of accents. Most of them looked stoked. To them, it was not only about watching the competition, but it was also a vacation opportunity. Admittedly, the Battle of The Kings preliminary matches had been set on a splendid date. Students were on their holidays with time to spare, and parents were taking time off for their families. It was a similar setting to the Warrior Sage's preliminary matches set for the end of the year.

When the lot from Longhu Club arrived at the Wanhua hotel, the hall was already filled with a welcoming crowd: some dewy, some vibrant, some spirited, some past their 30s, some matured and joyful, and some—were just reporters.

"Lou Cheng, can we know what goals have you set for yourself in the upcoming Battle of The Kings competition?"