Che Zhengchen scanned the room and eventually found several familiar figures.
Among them, the most eye-catching was General Lingdong, an A-grade hero.
This hero was clad in ice-blue armor, seemingly shrouded in a thin layer of frost. Under his helmet, his expression was as hard as iron, his pupils swirling with a bone-white chill as if it were perpetually snowing in his eyes.
According to internal intelligence, General Lingdong was already one step into the Superhero Round Table, a force not to be underestimated.
At that moment, General Lingdong sat aloof in an empty corner of the stands, clutching his shoulders.
Few superheroes dared to sit next to him—because it felt like being in a freezer several degrees below zero, which was not something everyone could endure.
"With so many big shots paying attention to this match, if this kid loses, he won't be able to pick himself up, will he?"