In the time leading up to the match with Revenge Shadow Rider, there had been two other battles not to be missed. However, since the most well-known contestant in this division aside from her was only Revenge Shadow Rider, the first two matches didn't draw much attention.

Vladimir was extremely worried about his little sister's condition; Revenge Shadow Rider was not an easy opponent to contend with. He repeatedly sought out Mirami, constantly giving her the same piece of advice over and over: under no circumstances should she try to be a hero, and she must concede defeat immediately if things looked bad.

At first, Mirami wasn't too bothered, but eventually she grew tired of hearing it. In the end, she simply locked her room door and secluded herself inside, calmly indulging in a luxurious feast...

At 6 p.m., as the hourly chime approached, a fully prepared Mirami cheerfully stepped out of her room. She moved to a brisk rhythm, her face showing little signs of anxiety, and the devilish smirk on her lips seemed to suggest her mood at that moment.

Fifteen minutes before the battle, the crowd in the arena was abruptly filled with the roar of engines slicing through the air. In the blink of an eye, a striking red Mecha appeared, its ketone body a pale red, perfectly emphasizing the fiery personality of its pilot.

The crimson pilot was fully geared up and appeared in the arena 15 minutes before the fight, causing an uproar among the spectators...

"Hell's Gate's 12-star general, Mirami..."

Mouthing this name to himself, Raymond briefly fell into deep thought. Although he personally didn't care much about face or petty issues, he was still somewhat bothered by the snub he had suffered last time. He hadn't expected this young lady would be fortunate enough to face Revenge Shadow Rider.

Humph! In a way, she was lucky; not everyone got such a chance, but she was also unfortunate. To face Revenge Shadow Rider, the last thing to consider was the outcome—the true proof of one's ability is to perform at one's own level.

In the Saudi division, Kexiao casually entered the spectator stands with five minutes left to the battle: "Everyone's here?"

As the voice sounded, Revenant No.3, Black Edge, and Jiu Ling Xia Mu collectively turned their heads. Xia Mu was the one who spoke, shrugging his shoulders as if it were a matter of course, "It's Revenge Shadow Rider's battle, after all. You came, so what right do we have not to?"

Black Edge twisted open a bottle of water and took a big gulp. His movements suddenly paused as he said in a deep voice, "It's time."

No sooner had he spoken than another roar, even louder than that of the crimson Mecha, reverberated throughout the vast arena.

What a grand scene unfolded as Revenge Shadow Rider appeared; at least twenty percent of the audience instantly stood up, using action to express their respect and support for Shadow Rider. Although such gestures had no practical significance, it seemed as if everyone had reached a kind of consensus.

Yes, the crowd couldn't fight like Revenge Shadow Rider, but they could express their care and support for him in another way.

Witnessing this scene, Jiu Ling's feelings were somewhat mixed, with a hint of an indescribable flavor. Linking the identities of Feng Yi, Rafael, and Revenge Shadow Rider together made life seem full of miracles.

"Kexiao, even you aren't sure?" Jiu Ling asked.

"Hmm, what makes you say so?" Kexiao shrugged but didn't glance at Jiu Ling, his gaze locked onto the black Mecha.

"If you were really confident, I don't think you would have made a special trip to witness the battle in person, right?" she answered with uncertainty in her voice.

"A reasonable conjecture," Kexiao replied nonchalantly. However, to be fair, the so-called confidence was actually a very small part of the equation for him. His presence here was more about recognition of Revenge Shadow Rider, a rare entity he acknowledged, "Let's just wait and see now."

Boom!

The black Mecha suddenly landed in the center of the arena, kicking up clouds of dust, staring directly at the crimson Mecha, while Revenge Shadow Rider remained motionless.

Mirami's eyebrows lifted slightly. Phew, he was such a stiff fellow. Even in the presence of a beautiful woman, he seemed so frosty. Though that was what she thought, her body couldn't help but tremble with excitement for no apparent reason.

Who would have thought that one day, the legendary Revenge Shadow Rider would stand before me as an opponent, an event of dreams one might scarcely dare to hope for.

Mirami felt light as air, still struggling at this moment to put her feelings into words.

She organized her thoughts and, along with a rustling sound, a cheeky voice suddenly came through the speakers, "Revenge Shadow Rider, do you recognize me?"

Feng Yi was slightly startled, vividly recalling the last time he fought with Vladimir and this girl ran heedlessly to the center of the arena. Had he not acted on impulse to save her, perhaps Mirami would have met her demise by now?

What motive could she have for approaching him? Whether for tactics or just small talk, Mirami's off-key greeting had piqued his interest. He replied, "Of course, Mirami from Hell's Gate."

Mirami exclaimed with joy. Though she knew that Revenge Shadow Rider might recognize her, knowing was one thing, but being acknowledged by Revenge Shadow Rider face to face brought an entirely different sense of accomplishment.

"Can I have your autograph, please?"

This had to be a joke; who would have expected such a request in the midst of battle? Silence fell within and outside the arena, quietness reigned, and everyone at Hell's Gate looked at each other with embarrassment written all over their faces.

"The general, that child seems to not have learned from her last lesson."

"Mirami is naturally like this," the manager replied, his old face flush with a chaotic mix of red and white, returning with a calm tone that hid the awkwardness.

"Please, Revenge Shadow Rider," Mirami spoke again, her tone slightly coquettish, shocking the spectators into a buzz... My god, the twelve-star celebrity Mirami was publicly asking Revenge Shadow Rider for an autograph.

Revenge Shadow Rider was clearly taken aback, never anticipating such an absurd situation happening to him. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "I don't mind."

"Use your favorite method then," Mirami suggested with a devilish smirk at the corner of her mouth. She hadn't produced a piece of paper before and seemed to be intentionally challenging her opponent. The battle hadn't started yet, but at this moment, she was prepared, her focus intensely set on the black Mecha.

"As you wish."

There were many ways to give an autograph, and it didn't necessarily have to involve handwriting.

Screech, screech...

Suddenly, a metallic sound, sharp and abrupt, rang throughout the venue—the distinctive timbre of a sword being drawn.

People hadn't even seen Revenge Shadow Rider's movement; his arm barely seemed to shake, and then a cross-shaped sword slash, an exact X, was emblazoned on the chest plate of the crimson Mecha.

The sword glint was so fast that even Mirami hadn't seen it clearly, yet through the satellite's god-view, she could see the mysterious X-character that now adorned the Mecha.

That was so cool! Besides admiration, Mirami had nothing to say. No, perhaps she did harbor a bit of admiration for this man. She knew that if Revenge Shadow Rider launched such an attack at the beginning of the fight, she would be completely unable to defend herself.

Of course, Mirami thought she understood Revenge Shadow Rider better than others. He wasn't a bad person, despite the overwhelming aura he projected, and she didn't feel the least bit scared. "Let's start, shall we?"

Hold on... since when did a battle start just because someone said to begin? The rules stipulated the fight had to begin on the hour, and fortunately, the live commentator quickly reminded Mirami not to break the rules or her qualification would be revoked, thus putting an end to the farce.

However, that being said, her crimson Mecha might become the most special one in the world, right? It possessed an exclusive autograph from Revenge Shadow Rider and was the only one to have endured his Flame Dual Slash without a scratch. Revenge Shadow Rider's mastery of his force was clearly at a peak, leaving only a surface scratch less than a few millimeters deep.

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