1107: Chapter 193 Prizes 1107: Chapter 193 Prizes “A family…
Was that what you said?”
“No, didn’t you say it?”
“No, I didn’t, it was you who said it.”
“Certainly not…”
It seed entirely unimportant who had spoken the words.
Perhaps, for so reason, this might even beco a mystery.
But after finishing this battle, and before dealing with the little girl who suddenly pounced on him with snot and tears, Lu Ping’an had so rather troubleso business.
He had to deal with his biggest Prize, the overwhelming “Reward” that was bearing down on him.
“…this Martial Destiny, it’s too much.”
Within the Eye of Truth, the entire world had plunged into “Darkness”.
An excessive load of “Martial Destiny” bore down, frantically infusing into Lu Ping’an’s body.
This wasn’t just the Martial Destiny Lu Ping’an had accumulated through battles won; at least ninety percent of it was the converted “luck” of those bettors.
The Ordinary Person Audience who could afford the expensive “tickets” were clearly not just any Rich people, and their “luck” was entirely wagered at this mont.
This was the final match, and although many said they “planned to quit after this” and “the last match is aningless,”…
the reality was that most had bet everything on the last match.
“Since I’m already here, I can’t just go back like this.”
“I have to Double my money, I must!”
“It’s the last chance, a small bet…”
And due to the nature of this final match, many gamblers didn’t play conservatively; they bet a lot.
“The victor of this festival has appeared, let’s celebrate Lu Ping’an’s victory…”
The mont the above-ntioned Emcee announced Lu Ping’an’s victory, this ceremony was completed.
Countless “Luck” hurtled toward the victor, and this wasn’t just the “bets” of the Losers, but also the “cut” from this grand gamble.
It was part of the ceremonial ritual; as the champion of the God of Martial Fight, he would receive the portion that he deserved…
“…This is too exaggerated, the amount.”
But at that mont, Lu Ping’an’s Eye of Truth was all pitch black, the copious Martial Destiny obscuring his entire view.
This festival was sowhat abnormal; the strength and luck of the participants were much greater than before, and Lu Ping’an’s “cut percentage,” after fighting too many battles, also exceeded that of any previous champion.
In the sky, Gan Siyi, the Emcee guiding the ceremony to its conclusion, was also stunned by the terrifying haul this ti.
At that mont, his look at Lu Ping’an beca a bit complex…
such a degree of “Luck,” if not digested appropriately, might not be a blessing.
He even hesitated whether to remind this promising young man, since most High-order Professionals knew nothing of the Path of “Fate,” but then…
“Huh, he can see…”
Seeing Lu Ping’an actually actively guiding his fortune, even vaguely touching upon the Path of Fate, he set his mind at ease.
Thus, he switched to a mode of gleeful spectating.
“Alright, we’ve reached the routine happy conclusion…
let’s see, our little champion, whether he can break through this ti!
A new miracle is on the rise…”
His provocative words stirred up a wave of cheering from the Audience seats.
Many among them ca specifically for this.
“Advance!
Advance!”
“It shouldn’t be possible, right?
So young and already fifth-tier?”
“He has beaten several sixth-tier Fighters, what’s the big deal…”
This had beco a staple of the Martial Fight festival.
At the conclusion of the festival, victors often received “inspired triggers,” “mysteriously” succeeding in Advancent.
This was also one of the temptations that attracted countless Fighters here, as many are stuck at a certain Tier for life, yet here they could advance consistently.
And Lu Ping’an belatedly realized why those “champions” were able to break through their bottle necks—the level of this “Martial Destiny” could even make a pig fly.
Every mont, countless fantastic ideas flickered through his mind.
Every second, bursts of inspiration solved past puzzles with ease, and techniques that only existed in theory suddenly had a complete train of thought.
In the next instant, even the tips on how to use them appeared.
This was not just the effect of Martial Destiny; when the ritual entered its final phase, and divine favor descended, the champion beca the Child of the World of the Secret Realm.
Then, under multiple enhancents, one’s talent was naturally pushed to the limit…
even a pig would beco a super genius—a learned pig—at this point.
“…..It seems like I really can take a step forward now…”
At this mont, Lu Ping’an felt he could take that step anyti…..
maybe even two or three steps.
He even felt that if he were willing to elevate his Fighters and Tar Paths, he could surpass his main Path and directly enter fifth-tier, and perhaps even make a push for sixth-tier!
This was truly a leap to the heavens; fourth-tier and sixth-tier were not treated the sa.
Despite Lu Ping’an having beaten quite a few sixth-tiers, in a ti when seventh-tiers were strategic weapons, a sixth-tier was at least a major force or a core ace, especially a young sixth-tier, destined to step into Rule-level or even higher…..
As long as Lu Ping’an digested this well now, he could imdiately enter fifth-tier or even sixth-tier, with all aspects of his situation greatly improved, but…
“…..I refuse!”
Lu Ping’an roared quietly, turning his determination into willpower, and dispelled the Martial Destiny that flowed into his body.
Fifth-tier?
Sixth-tier?
The re tier and power were not what he had wanted from the beginning.
What use is a sixth-tier Fighter, apart from enhancing one’s imdiate combat power?
In Lu Ping’an’s current understanding, Big Cat was right from the start; “balance” is always key.
If the Martial Fight Profession suppresses the main Way of Life, God knows what will happen…
but heading down the wrong path is certain.
And directly entering the fifth-tier life system?
Not suitable either.
His “knowledge” was insufficient, he had yet to receive the “Gift” from the Lady of the Forest, and most importantly, his “accumulation,” “insights,” and “achievents” in the Way of Life were not enough.
The life system is a knowledge-based Profession searching for “paths,” different from the pursuit of “evolution” of the Fighting Series.
re strength might not be beneficial and could possibly cause one to overlook the treasures before them due to an overly bulky stature.
Based on Lu Ping’an’s keystones, Advancent was possible.
If he had wanted to, he could have forced his way into the fifth-order life system without any difficulty.
However, such advancent would be forcing the plant to grow by pulling it up, his foundation had yet to be laid down, his understanding of “rules” and “principles” had yet to take shape…
“I definitely cannot advance now!” He made up his mind, turning it into resolve.
After Lu Ping’an’s “rebuke,” the Martial Destiny swirled around him, unable to rge directly but also lingered unwillingly to dissipate.
Lu Ping’an was digesting them yet refusing the portions that surpassed his limits.
This scene made the emcee in the sky pause and then, he began to smile.
This kid, he shouldn’t be underestimated…
but with this, if the champion doesn’t gain enough benefits, wouldn’t it an that I have failed in my duty?
“….’When one person gains the way, his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.’ Every champion’s birth brings the rise of a family or even a clan…..”
The phrase that seed to promote his own festival took Lu Ping’an by surprise; this “slogan” was a hint for him…
“Zhi Xi, Little Fla, Ah Jiu, Mumu…”
One Magic Pet after another appeared around him, and as Lu Ping’an used his abilities to “link” them, the emcee turned a blind eye, allowing the endless Martial Destiny to rush toward them (seen as part of Lu Ping’an).
“Uh, what a strange feeling…..”
The first to advance was Zhi Xi.
With her existing Fighting Path, she instantly achieved rapid evolution.
As a Decree creature, she effortlessly beca a true fourth-tier Fighter….
In the next instant, her other combat-oriented Professions also surged in progression.
Little Fla and the others were the sa; their path of “evolution” opened, and they were growing rapidly, filling in what they lacked most with acquired traits.
But just these were still not enough to digest the excessively massive Martial Destiny.
This ti the festival was too successful; instead of spurring the growth of a few fourth-tiers, it should have spurred a few sixth or even seventh-tiers (Eve was close).
And Lu Ping’an, having received the hint, naturally knew what to do…..
“Clang!”
The Beheading Bone Sword, half-evolved, was thrust into the ground just like that.
It didn’t look nice, battered and full of makeshift repairs.
Also brought were the treasures he had collected…
one by one linked through the All Things Breathing Skill, transforming into part of Lu Ping’an and serving as bridges for evolution.
And amongst all this, the most obvious mutant was that Beheading Sword, and the red ribbon on its tail.
It gained a soul, a bone structure, a flesh…
It beca whole.
And so, it awakened, restructured, and evolved.
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