The regular individual tournament ended, leaving some delighted and others disappointed.
But no one was more disappointed than Ziwei. Among the hegemonic powers, and even among the Faction Lords, they alone had earned no honors whatsoever.
Next came the team tournament. None of the twenty seeded teams took Ziwei seriously, believing they would be nothing more than spectators there, too.
Even Brando and the others thought so themselves.
Until the first match, when Lin Li charged into the enemy formation alone and crushed all five opponents.
Just like that, they secured their first victory. Brando and the others were still dazed as they left the arena.
They had done absolutely nothing! And they had won!
"Lin Li, just how strong are you now?" Brando asked, his voice trembling.
"I don't know," Lin Li answered honestly.
Saya, however, had figured something out. "Your combat awareness is definitely sovereign-class, probably among the best at Krypton-level. As for energy control... Lin Li, can you release Genesis-level energy barehanded?"
"No..." Lin Li shook his head.
"What about high-energy techniques in their perfected state?" Saya asked again.
Lin Li shook his head again. "Can't do those either..."
"Then you rank in the top twenty at Krypton-level at most," Saya assessed.
"Awareness can't make up for everything. Everyone has their own special moves, with increasingly terrifying power multipliers. If you only use ordinary high-energy techniques, no amount of precision in your execution or timing will let you hold your ground."
Everyone nodded. The more energy fighters could command, the less their positioning and evasive instincts mattered.
"Oh, that? I can do that, too," Lin Li said. "Big Bro taught me a move with a three-thousandfold power multiplier!"
"A three-thousandfold multiplier? You're not kidding, are you?" Everyone stared, dumbfounded. Three thousand might not sound like much, but