Number Ninety-six's eyes flashed with a brilliant light, indicating Huo Yuhao's clear refusal to reveal his name. He didn't press further and simply smiled and said, "Number Sixty-six, what do you think about today's competition?"
Huo Yuhao's eyes glinted with excitement, "It's quite interesting. Who says we Soul Masters can't compete? I think this mode of using the Soul Guidance Devices we make to fight is very good."
Number Ninety-six chuckled and replied, "I think it's good too. It seems we share the same thoughts. I already checked the draw earlier. We won't be facing each other in this round."
"It doesn't matter If we do. I will win," said Huo Yuhao, his gaze sharpening suddenly.
"Is that so? We will have to see about that when the time comes," Number Ninety-six smiled faintly, stood up, and walked towards Number Ninety-eight. A hint of scorn had appeared on his face as well. He felt that he had probed enough about the proud young man sitting in the wheelchair.
