“Wahhhhhhh!” 

Tens of thousands of spectators shouted. Their red faces showed just how hard they were shouting.

“Lee Hoon!”

The name they called out wasn’t Hyeonu’s name though. Instead, it was Lee Hoon’s. They were supporting him.

“Thanks to Lee Hoon’s successive victories, Crescent Moon and Emro Sparks are at 2:2. The game has gone back to the starting point.”

This was the reason why the crowd was shouting Lee Hoon’s name—his achievement of two victories. Lee Hoon had emerged as Crescent Moon’s third player and defeated two Emro Sparks players. In the meantime, Hyeonu and Mason were sitting next to each other and watching Lee Hoon’s game on the TV together.

“Why isn’t he doing it properly? He’s all bloody.”

“He has been reducing his sleep and practicing constantly. He has to win, so he only slept three or four hours a day,” Mason answered while eagerly eating the snacks in his hand.

“He must’ve been quite upset by last week’s defeat. If he keeps doing this, even at Arena Week... I am looking forward to it.” Hyeonu’s eyes still hadn’t left the television.

Lee Hoon’s challenge wasn’t over yet; it was still in progress.

‘He looks a bit overwhelmed,’ Hyeonu thought.

Lee Hoon’s movements were slightly different from...