Amid the few boos from low-quality spectators, Ramorok walked out of battle zone seven with a smile, calmly returning to his chair in the corner. Under countless complex gazes, he lifted his head and looked up at the broadcast screens, watching others' matches with great interest.
Almost simultaneously, Motan lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and fell into a state of focused thinking.
Although he didn't consider himself smarter or more astute than others, having studied each of Ramorok's battles, Motan was almost certain at this moment that he had touched the solution, glimpsing the content hidden beneath the surface of the match that had caused so much dissatisfaction earlier.
