1146: Chapter 1132: Sorrow 1146: Chapter 1132: Sorrow “Sigh!”
In the vacant gym, only Lu Ping’an stood in the center.
He calmly raised his arm, striking a pose from “Hieroglyphic Boxing” that he rembered.
“Tiger.”
Transford into claws, nad after the beast, a golden tail as a whip, turning montum into…
“Fangs.”
As he thrust his palms out, they subconsciously shaped into a double strike of “fangs.” Lu Ping’an’s face was serene, but his force was tiger-like.
The air trembled slightly, the young man’s speed was not fast, but with every strike, the world itself quivered.
“Boxing.”
One punch, two punches…
eight punches.
The tiger’s force transford into human force, human form into Buddha, eight-ard Asura, seemingly slow punches swung through thin air.
Space, cracked open.
The “Extinguish Void” that once eluded Lu Ping’an was now being hamred out continuously.
Lu Ping’an realized what he was missing.
He lacked Hannah’s helplessness.
He lacked Hannah’s anger.
He lacked Hannah’s…
“Despair…”
“Shark Tooth” hieroglyphics, or perhaps killing intent, Lu Ping’an finally touched upon it.
The so-called Three Extre Kills turned out to be such sorrowful things.
Unwittingly, Lu Ping’an cald down again, the exoskeleton’s multiple arms disappeared without a trace, leaving only a young man in martial attire, punching the sky one punch at a ti.
Powerlessness, fatigue, and not even being able to see the enemy…
The overwhelming pressure was omnipresent, and even an exasperated roar beca aningless.
She, or rather they, tried to rip apart this ocean, attempting to tear open…
“…Extinguish Void.”
Lu Ping’an just calmly reached out his palm, slowly supporting it, and pulled apart that spatial rift along with the boundless void behind it.
“That’s enough!
Lu Ping’an!
Your body…”
Rarely so, Big Cat actually stopped Lu Ping’an from continuing his cultivation.
And this ti, Lu Ping’an didn’t need to persist.
“Sigh.”
He took another deep breath, and everything around him returned to calm, except for the consud aberration which proved that all of this was not an illusion.
Anger?
No, Lu Ping’an didn’t know that Exotic Race individual and didn’t have an understanding for those species.
If he wasn’t even of the sa species, how could he possibly empathize?
He just felt sad.
“…The sadness of being powerless.”
“…The sadness of being unable to grasp one’s own fate, of feeling grateful to an outsider who grants ‘the value of death’.”
“…The sadness of struggling to live despite the circumstances making life worse than death.”
“…The sadness of being unable to cry from pain but still having to laugh it off.”
Lu Ping’an knew that Long Arm Person was cunning.
He had nothing, yet he could use “empathy” to increase humans’ fondness and sympathy for his ethnic group and their distaste for his enemies.
His flattering smiles, even his undignified groveling before these “slightly stronger invaders,” were all for a ager bit of goodwill.
Did he know that he was just a clown, a tool, a ppt, a negative example?
He did, and he even took pleasure in seeing himself beco a specin and a clown in the eyes of others…
“Is this what a traitor to his own country is like…?
I just can’t bring myself to hate him.”
Even though he knew their miserable posture was put on for effect, Lu Ping’an couldn’t bring himself to dislike them.
Perhaps it was because their civilization and nation had similar encounters….
“…Elder Deer, what is our attitude towards them?”
After taking a shower and comfortably dressing in a robe, Lu Ping’an also went to inquire about the situation with Lin Woman Power in that area.
Based on Lu Ping’an’s estimation, Lin Nu was a Proper God of the Eastern Country, and the Eastern Country was considered a relatively mild faction among the Explorer nations.
Lu Ping’an wanted to understand the view of “the powers that be” to adjust his prospective strategy and attitude…
He might empathize with these suffering ethnic groups, but he would absolutely not take less than his due benefits, even less so allow his sympathy to harm the interests of his own tribe and species.
The more he understood the tragic experiences of this Foreign Tribe, the more he believed in the importance of “strength” and “tribal advantage” in the brutally harsh laws of the Multi-universe.
To avoid such a tragic fate, one must be “self-reliant”.
The rationale was simple, but if it really ca down to depending on the pity of other species to survive, that ntality could hardly avoid becoming twisted…
Isn’t that right, Chris.
“Shut up.”
Big Cat was as defiant as ever, but since her response was rely on this level, Lu Ping’an guessed he was probably right.
But when Lu Ping’an inquired with the big shots of the local Lin Nu’s Church, it was to understand our own stance on the “Natives” and to devise a strategy for his team’s interaction.
Of course, he had no plans to blind follow…
but even if he wanted to do sothing, it shouldn’t be too outrageous.
There was a lot he didn’t understand about those species and regions, so Lu Ping’an needed the reference of other teams.
And Elder Deer, whom he had asked, the actual leader of Longyue Island and a top notch Big Boss of the Lin Woman Power, was montarily stunned.
It wasn’t that Elder Deer didn’t have an answer, but he was surprised…
“What are you asking for?
Are you considering a revision of our developnt strategy?
Are you planning to take charge for the Long Arm People?”
This caught Lu Ping’an off guard.
He was rely trying to understand Lin Woman Power’s attitude towards the locals, not making it sound like he was staging a rebellion.
“Since you’re not considering revisions for the developnt strategy…
do whatever you want, who can interfere?
You’re already a high-level mber of Lin Nu’s Church.
Wait, you didn’t notice?
You still think you’re an outsider?”
This left Lu Ping’an dumbstruck.
Then it dawned on him; it was indeed a stark reality.
He was already a “big shot,” one of Lin Nu’s Church’s Warlords, leading his warband into Exotic Realm exploration, needing to ask the headquarters for their opinion?
In his own jurisdiction, he could naturally kill or feast at will…
uh, that might be going too far, but the principle was the sa.
“Would you listen to the dispatches of the regional commanders?
They might be Rule-level, perhaps just at the peak of Law, often they’re the area’s Bishop, would you follow their commands based on their personal wishes?”
“No, I might even beat them.”
“Do you lack people or resources that you’d need the support from a local forward campsite?”
“Not at all…
Okay, I got it.”
The power of Lin Nu’s Church was a collection of countless loose companies and branches, with obvious decentralization leading to unruly warlords.
How could they possibly obey orders dutifully?
Everyone was fighting for their own benefits under the banner of Lin Nu; so-called “command authority” was more akin to reputation.
Who could interfere with whom?
If it really ca to a contest, it would be a matter of strength and seniority.
And Lu Ping’an…
although too young, was indeed a legend already, with the experience of being a front line Battlefield commander.
And even just comparing combat power groups, Lu Ping’an wasn’t lacking.
In his hands, Lu Ping’an had several Rule-level Combat Power (he couldn’t put an exact number on it), a large number of Law Peak (with the addition of Newborns at the ordinary Decree-level), and a massive number of ordinary Decree-level (with basic combat power benefiting from Newborns)…
Lu Ping’an wasn’t short of high-order combat power or cannon fodder, nor even logistics.
He had a full spectrum of forces and sustained combat capability, a veritable Grand Warlord indeed.
“How to deal with the Long Hand Clan…
uh, each team has its own approach, but generally, it leans more towards goodwill, at least more so than with other ethnic groups.
A standard?
How could there be a standard when high-level doesn’t care about their fate at all, there’s naturally no standard…
If you care, you could try to set one and then force other teams to respect it.”
“Joking?
I’m not joking.
You have Old Liu’s endorsent, and you’re bringing a front-line fighting team into the fray, your presence alone can influence the battle.
Why do you think you can’t decide on sothing minor like the survival condition of the Natives?”
This ti, as he beca all the more aware of his power to decide the fate of an entire species, Lu Ping’an also realized that maybe he had indeed beco a significant figure today.
As long as he didn’t clash with the will of a Rule-level or Quasi-God, he was wholly capable of affecting the lives and deaths of these “minor” “hundreds of thousands” of people.
Yes, among other teams, the lives and deaths of these Long Arm People simply didn’t asure up to being a significant issue.
“This, I’m really not accustod to…”
In that mont, Lu Ping’an genuinely felt overwheld.
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