The monk seriously told him, "You've already become famous. You took down the Skull Society, stood against the US Federal Bureau of Investigation, and even turned a beautiful agent. Recently, you've successfully dominated a side in Struwa... Yang Fan, your reputation is unmatched now. On the island, the odds for who can claim the title of the strongest King of Soldiers in this year's World Mercenary rankings put you at the top."
"Really?" Yang Fan was still a bit skeptical, as he had always been doing what he liked without thinking about gaining fame.
"Of course it's true. In just a year, you've become a legend in the World Mercenary realm, and countless people worship you, wanting to witness your charm at this World Mercenary Conference. Naturally, there are also many who want to defeat you, to step on you and prove their strength, thus making a name for themselves."
Yang Fan somewhat believed it, as fame can be a burden, true since ancient times.
