1051: Chapter 1037: The Next One 1051: Chapter 1037: The Next One “Why is this happening?”
Amidst the cheers and calls of the audience, Louis Dingmante felt sowhat bewildered.
At forty-seven years old and in his pri, he was no greenhorn on the scene; he had challenged ferocious beasts that besieged cities in the Exotic Realm and won over the hearts of a city-state in duels before gods.
He had battled across countless fields, naturally facing nurous disadvantages and hopeless situations.
rely the enmity or support of spectators?
That was nothing to him.
But at this mont, he still wondered if he had aged….
“Lu Ping’an!
Lu Ping’an!”
Among the outer ring of spectators, countless flags bore the na of this once obscure man.
“I’ve bet all my property on you, beat up that middle-aged old man.”
Soone bluntly shouted their reason for support.
“Fifth-tier?
What of fifth-tier?!
Haven’t you beaten seventh-tier before?!”
Various exaggerated words and hostile gazes made him increasingly uncomfortable…
and this discomfort itself triggered his “spirituality,” making him even more uneasy.
He was not one to shy away from trouble; he wasn’t soone who hadn’t faced malice and hostility, and not even when facing an entire world of enemies in an isolated environnt had he wavered…
“Sothing’s not right, sothing’s not right…”
But in this mont, Louis, the strong high-level martial monk, was told by his pride in his profession’s high spirituality and spiritual power, that the current situation was extrely dire.
“…What is going on.”
“All along, sothing has felt off, as if by accident I’ve wandered into the mouth of a ferocious beast.”
“The duels along the way too, sotis they go smoothly, sotis…
this is….”
The middle-aged warrior looked up to the sky, he could vaguely sense countless gazes fixed on him…
the malice in them was unmistakable, but more lethal was…
“….The general trend?
A curse?
I…”
At this mont, he finally had an epiphany.
“Boom!”
With the realization, he erupted in an outburst.
A golden halo overflowed around him, the usually restrained aura burst forth completely; the seemingly calm middle-aged man turned into a ferocious beast in an instant.
Did he squander his power like a rookie?
But at this mont, Louis felt he had done the right thing, and it still wasn’t enough.
“I, Louis Dingmante, have experienced over a hundred high-stakes battles, and at least thirty were Rule-level conflicts from which I’ve returned alive.
Every battle, I’ve earned my rits.
Maybe I’m not a true Slayer of Gods miracle, but at least, I’ve faced the Exotic Evil Gods….”
The outburst of montum, powerful and vast, gave him enough confidence, also capturing the attention of many.
Soon, he could feel changes in his montum; he felt everything shifting, twisting for the better….
“Does it feel like things are improving?
This cursed Secret Realm, could it really have sothing like the ‘general trend’…”
Unable to truly understand the Secret Realm’s actual rules, his wild instincts as a high-level martial monk still drove him to take the most beneficial action.
His display of martial force and war achievents was effective; more and more people “chose” him, and the increased Luck gave him even more confidence, until….
“…Is facing a deity sothing to be proud of?”
A youthful voice echoed back and forth across the world, and a figure much taller than expected slowly walked out.
He was silent as he walked, but everyone around scrambled madly to escape, as if a Demon God was approaching.
Mortals, they didn’t even dare to look at him directly….
The reason?
Perhaps it was because of the two severed heads hanging from the wooden stake behind him.
A doll filled with patches on top, as if hastily stitched together, another completely charred, as if just pulled from a stove.
These two things, looking like trash at a glance, were now radiating a bizarre “hatred”…
That was the fear and hatred at the mont of death of two real Gold Strongn.
They had once been imnsely powerful, once stood above all beings, and now, they were rely the spoils of war of their mortal enemies, tools to flaunt their martial strength and victories.
That resentnt and unwillingness, coupled with the remnants of their bloodlines and curses, had transford into Extraordinary Power, becoming a fear that mortals simply could not resist.
At that mont, even Louis, who had prepared himself for a duel to the death, unconsciously took a step back…
“…I can’t retreat!”
At this point, he had already disregarded the consequences of showing cowardice.
The Professional Ability “Courage True Words” ford a golden oath that enveloped his body, but when he looked towards Lu Ping’an…
in the crevice between fantasy and reality, he still appeared as a pitiful Doll struggling in the hand of a Giant.
He had not escaped the “ability” of “fear”.
The youth shook his head, revealing an emotion of helplessness and sorrow.
“How pitiful, I must get serious…”
In his speech, there was an unveiling of a reality, from the very beginning, there was no opponent in his eyes.
He was even feeling pity for the wretch opposite him, pity for the loco forced by circumstances to face the Complete-form of himself.
“I, I have faced Evil Gods before, I have not flinched, I will not…”
Louis repeated the victories that he was proud of, using “True Words” to bolster his own “morale,” a strong self-suggestion, to resist the opponent’s “fear Halo”.
But those words only made Lu Ping’an laugh silently.
“Proud for having faced Evil Gods?
Haha……”
He laughed and shook his head while moving forward.
His steps were calm and slow, as if taking a Daily walk.
And in Louis’s eyes, each step was like stomping on his own heart, making him extrely uncomfortable, so uncomfortable he wanted to…
“Run, it’s not shaful.
After all, you’re just a wretch proud ‘of facing a god’…”
The naked humiliation, the mockery of a professional’s proudest achievent, almost negated his reason to exist, but at that mont, Louis felt a chill to the bone.
As the loco facing “fear,” his spiritual sense told him he had stepped into a dead end, that he was already grasped in a palm…..
“….
I, even on the most despairing battlefield, I have never given up….”
Once again he used True Words to face the endless sea of fear, and the mont he swung his fist of despair towards the youth, he heard an even more desperate “true word”.
“Facing a god without retreating is not bad…
old predecessor, but if this is the limit of your spirit, then I understand why you’d be my warm-up opponent today….”
The raging fist was gently pressed down by an open hand, Lu Ping’an still wearing a gentle smile.
“Proud for rely having faced Evil Gods?
Ha, starting from today, perhaps you’ll have a more pride-worthy accomplishnt.”
The youth seed to have a bit of respect for his senior?
He sincerely said to his predecessor:
“After all, you swung a fist at ….
“…..at , a Slayer of Gods.”
Calmly, the youth simply gave a light push and a slap.
“Boom!”
A palm was pressed down to the ground, and Louis, unconscious, didn’t even know if he heard the rest.
Lu Ping’an, however, didn’t even look down, but called out to the Emcee in the sky.
“Next.”
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