3, Three Percent

Fang Rui sat in the player booth, quietly waiting for his next opponent.

I won!

And it was against Zhou Zekai. He had ended Zhou Zekai's win streak. To many, Fang Rui had already done something worthy of pride.　

But Fang Rui wasn't satisfied.

Zhou Zekai? So what? Did beating him mean that they had won the finals? No. Not only did it not guarantee them the championship trophy, it didn't even guarantee them the group arena.

To Fang Rui, Zhou Zekai was just Samsara's second player in the group arena. Yes, he was formidable and difficult to defeat, but more importantly, after him was Samsara's third player. If he beat him, it would only be another small step towards victory. There were even more obstacles that needed to be passed!

What was there to be happy about? He was still far from being happy or proud!

Next!

His goal was to beat the next one. After that, it would be the next next one, and then the next next next one.