After hanging up the phone, Sylvia arrived. Seeing Eric's troubled expression, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Eric sighed. "The Hernandezs are causing trouble again. They want to divert attention to me, prompting the person behind the underground arena to come after me."

"What jerks!" Sylvia cursed in frustration. "Do they not have better things to do? Why must they keep on targeting you? But how do they know that you're Ghostface?"

Eric shook his head. "They probably don't know. When we fought in the ring, Chase had no idea who I was. He couldn't decipher my fighting style. I think Javier did it on purpose. He's trying to get me into trouble by having the owner come after me."

Sylvia said, "He's truly despicable! The owner is looking for martial artists who comprehend the essence of energy strikes. When they come for you, just don't showcase your martial arts prowess."

It was easy to tackle Javier's plan. As long as Eric did not reveal the fact he knew about energy strikes, there was