"Flame Emperor?"
Xize froze, disbelief written all over his face. "He already has a title of his own?"
The Frontline Battlefield was filled with powerful experts.
Seventh-Order Grandmasters, rarely seen elsewhere, could be found here in large numbers!
To earn a title of one's own, one had to be immensely powerful and recognized by other experts.
Otherwise, if you gave yourself a title that nobody recognized, you would only become a laughingstock.
For example, their team captain's title was "Blood Edge."
He had only earned it after spending four or five years fighting on the Melbourne Frontline Battlefield.
It was precisely because of that title that the captain had been able to establish the elite grandmaster squad known as Blood Edge.
Zhou Xuan had joined the Dejaka Battle Group at the same time as him.
Even if Zhou Xuan was a Seven-Star Grandmaster, earning a title of his own in just over two months was far too fast, wasn't it?
"His strength really is formidable. He was certified as an Eight-Star Grandmaster a month ago. It's only natural that he would have a title of his own," the burly man said with a smile.
A title could provide an extremely direct reflection of how others viewed someone.
For instance, an expert with the title "Madman" had earned it because he fought with extreme madness.
His style on the battlefield was the kind that risked his life without hesitation.
As for Zhou Xuan, on one hand, his Fire Ability was indeed formidable.
On the other, he wielded a spear and fought in an overwhelmingly domineering style, sweeping through armies like no one could stop him.
Even ordinary Eight-Star Grandmasters were no match for him. That was why he had earned the title "Flame Emperor."
"Eight-Star Grandmaster?! When did that happen?!" Xize's