Yuka gently released her grip, straightening the lamppost amid the stunned glances of passersby. She calmed herself and walked towards the underground arena while the passersby was still in shock.
Just before entering the underground arena, Yuka took off her helmet and tossed it into a spatial button, then headed towards the bald man.
Upon seeing Yuka, Mr. Bald grimaced in pain and asked, "Why are you here again?"
Yuka replied matter-of-factly, "To compete and win first place, of course. What else could I be doing?"
The bald man sized her up, waving dismissively, "Don't joke around. With your condition, you can't even make it into the top hundred, let alone first place. Wait a few more years... Forget it. Even then, it's hopeless."
Yuka glanced at the ranking board, where she was ranked eighth. Moments later, she raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and left the puzzled Mr. Bald behind.
