Psykos lifted the curtain and strode out.
When Armored Gorilla saw her, he handed her a box of Takoyaki. "Here, your Takoyaki's ready."
Psykos took the Takoyaki, speared a ball with a bamboo pick, and popped it into her mouth.
After a couple of bites, surprise crossed her face. "You've got some real skill, Gorilla. This is the best Takoyaki I've ever had."
Gorilla scratched his head sheepishly. "Not at all. It's all thanks to the boss's secret recipe."
Psykos glanced behind the curtain.
That guy was a rare genius, no matter what field he turned his hand to.
Not long after Psykos left, Dr. Genus, who was watching the live broadcast, suddenly looked both excited and astonished.
When the contestants first appeared, one of them had seemed strangely familiar to him.
Only now did it hit him: the dull-looking young man among the contestants was the Baldy who had changed the course of his life!
He had apparently put on a wig to avoid being recognized.
One of the competition venues had been wrecked during the fierce battle between Crash Boy and Psykos. The organizers had no choice but to close it temporarily and move its remaining matches to the other two venues, adjusting the contestants' schedules accordingly.
The matches slowed down considerably. About an hour later, it was finally Luke's turn.
Before Luke headed to the staging area, Fubuki pulled him aside and warned him with a grave expression, "Remember, keep a low profile."
Luke nodded, a little impatient.
Fubuki had repeated that warning countless times, from the moment they set out right up until his match.
Did she really think I was that unreliable?
Fubuki was terrified Luke would create some jaw-dropping spectacle before the Finals.
Luke checked his schedule. His opponent this round was a chubby