Cali reached the Outer Turrets in no time, excited for her battle. All of her previous battles in the Supremacy Games had been easy for her. But this was different.
She finally got the chance to face a Rank 6.
Soon, the towering figure of a man walked out from the other side, glaring hatefully at her. She even detected killing intent in his gaze, which confused her greatly.
"You seem to hate me a lot," Cali said, taking a step forward. "But why?"
An incredulous look appeared on the Fighter's face as he asked, his voice filled with suppressed anger, "You don't remember it?"
"Am I supposed to?" Cali asked in return, tilting her head in confusion. "Have we met before?"
The Fighter gritted his teeth in anger and ripped apart his armour with his bare hands, showing his scar-filled chest. "Do you recognise these?"
"Uh! No, I don't have the habit of checking men's chests," Cali said, giving a glance at his scars. "Looks pretty rough though."
