1032: Chapter 1118: Luck?
1032: Chapter 1118: Luck?
“…Oh, our poor ‘Griever’s Hand’, known as the top assassin in the Southwest Mountains, has now found himself in a stalemate.
Facing that pitiful female ghost across from him, he seems completely unable to move; his once-prideful technique of killing with each step now utterly incapable of breaking through his opponent’s approach.
What about his teammates?
Soone save him…”
If at first everyone was confused as to why this contest was designed as a “cooperative,” requiring forced teaming,
when did the God of Martial Fight beco so benevolent?
But when the scene before their eyes unfolded, everyone understood…
“…..Oh, his pitiful teammate has also fallen into a stalemate, such bad luck, facing a lord-level ‘Ximu Ear Protozoan.’ Let explain briefly, this thing is a specialty of certain exotic marshes, its characteristic is…”
“Boom!”
The powerful warrior’s heavy punch hit the stinky, mushy monster, but it was outright ignored.
The next mont, he clutched his severely corroded arm and quickly retreated.
“…This thing utterly ignores most physical attacks and can even extract and regenerate from your flesh and blood, duplicating itself.
If you’re not strong enough, you better not get close.”
But by this ti, the comntary from the emcee above, brimming with malice, was utterly aningless.
The mont the two “Nightmare Monsters” appeared, they imdiately rushed toward their respective arch enemies, creating an undesirably direct face-off.
But actually, this was even more despair-inducing than a prearranged one-on-one.
In a one-on-one, there’s still a chance for a “yesterday’s shadow I have already overco today” situation.
But now, the nightmare of both parties was taken to the limit; if either person failed to deal with their own nightmare in ti, then it would beco a two-on-one situation.
Deal with one’s nightmare in ti to co and help?
Hah, these malicious rules wouldn’t allow it, gloriously claiming it’s about “overcoming oneself”…..
but they only allow a righteous two-on-one against others, not their own side, a classic double standard.
And judging by the situation on the field now, these two fourth-tier strongn probably both confronted the ultimate greatest nightmare of their lives.
“Poor Gu Xinren, I just got the news that his sect and his ntor were killed by a Ximu Ear Protozoan brought in by a high-level Beast Tar.
His old ho is now a dead land no one dares approach; that night, he was the only Dead Survivor.
It seems he’s yet to overco his nightmare…”
Gazes shifted to the next target, the bald martial monk facing off against a female ghost endlessly shrieking, “Give back my child.”
Physical attacks were almost futile just the sa, but judging by the painful expression on the monk’s face, it was likely his heart that suffered.
If either of them failed in the challenge…
the remaining one facing two-to-one would probably have to focus on surviving rather than passing the test.
“…I give up.”
The first to concede was the bald martial monk; he closed his eyes, no longer willing to face the nightmare in his heart.
And with his surrender, the female ghost opposite him didn’t just vanish!
“I give up too!”
The monk’s withdrawal also prompted his teammate to quickly give up.
Otherwise, this unfortunate soul dragged down by him would have to endure a double assault…
In fact, he was sowhat prepared for the nightmare from years ago, and he could have possibly won in a solo fight.
But now, in a two-to-one situation, forget about those benefits—priority goes to survival.
“…..It’s a sha, all the Divine Grace they had will be retracted…”
When the two ca down from the stage, one with a face full of pain, the other brimming with anger…
it had already been shown that unless one is powerfully defying, it’s better to pass together; otherwise, one is mostly likely to be dragged down to failure.
The only consolation, perhaps, was that the designers, feeling the “second trial” was overly harsh, granted contestants the freedom to resign at any ti…
of course, they also feared too many would quit, prematurely ending the Martial Fight Festival.
But even if one’s life was saved, all the accumulated gains and rewards would be completely lost.
Of course, judging by the terribly unsightly expressions of the two unlucky souls, they had long since stopped caring about the gains of this particular occasion…
the taste of powerlessness in the face of one’s inner scars and nightmares is not sothing anyone can easily overco.
There are always onlookers, and soone had already dug up the information on that unfortunate martial monk.
He once had a sowhat delicate half-marriage, which was cursed with misfortune, and his child was contaminated in the womb, destined to be born a “Demonic (Strange) Infant”.
Thus, to preserve his true love, he forcefully killed his own “child”…
and then, half a month later, his lover hanged herself.
In short, this is the story of a man who ended up with nothing.
Now, after so many years, his nightmare was before him, and in less than ten minutes, he visibly aged ten years.
“I give up…”
Before Lu Ping’an, soone had already uttered these words.
Clearly, such “Nightmare Scenarios” prompted so self-aware individuals to resign early.
And with his resignation…
his unfortunate temporary partner could only glare at him furiously, trying to kill with a look.
Lu Ping’an didn’t give up; he felt there was still a chance…
but before him, Eve had already entered the arena.
Having lost the “Nominating Rights,” she naturally ended up last…
When soone nominated her, she refused without hesitation.
Since it was clear she disliked teaming up, naturally no one wanted to bother…
Under a cooperative mode, a partner with hostility is far more dangerous than any enemy.
Regrettably, despite her obvious strength, she beca the “apple left unpicked” by default.
In the end, those “apples” were randomly paired by the organizers…
Eve’s current partner was soone who managed to pass the preliminary round by luck, too weak for anyone to choose—the “rotten apple”.
In Lu Ping’an’s view, Eve’s outco would also determine whether she gave up…
If a Big Cat really did appear, even if it were a severely weakened version, Lu Ping’an wouldn’t hesitate to quit.
He still rembered how the “Fake Big Cat,” with around fourth-tier combat power, dragged the Silver Peak contenders around like dead dogs.
The more he understood about the Big Cat, the more he realized that so things, even when downgraded, remain undefeatable…
She might have been weakened, true, but it didn’t an you beca stronger.
She is fourth-tier now, but that’s her current state, not the composite of her abilities…
and you are at the peak of sixth-tier because that’s your limit.
It’s quite possible that her fourth-tier felt stronger than your sixth-tier, not to ntion her experience, knowledge, and traits only high-level possess.
One has already reached the destination, the other is still on the journey; there’s no basis for comparison between them.
“…She’s here, it really is…
Kerdalais!”
Lu Ping’an, who made this declaration, didn’t imdiately raise his hand to give up.
The bad news indeed was the creation of a Kerdalais, but the good news was that this Kerdalais wasn’t the one Lu Ping’an knew.
“…This, should be the opponent Eve least wants to face, right?”
“…Yes, Fei’er, Eve’s ‘older sister’, the twin Princess, the Princess of Ink Chrysanthemum…”
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