Perhaps in this world, there indeed existed a genius who could dominate the battlefield while wearing a cumbersome old-style solo armor and wielding a steam chainsaw that barely spun. He could dazzle everyone with his various maneuvers, using a piece of junk to trample over advanced solo armors like the "Hunter Tide" model, capturing the world's attention.
But that person was definitely not Li Yan.
In fact, as soon as the competition began, this solo armor that had spent its lifetime bravely battling wild boar hordes, its armor covered in mud stains, was struck by a grenade and scrapped.
Outside the arena, Li Yan stood with his arms crossed, watching the agile silver solo armor.
