"Why is this happening?"

In the face of the cheers and calls of the audience, Louie. Timment was in a trance.

Now forty-seven years old, he is in the prime of his life, and he is not unprecedented, he has challenged the beasts that devour the city in a foreign land, and he has won the favor of a city-state in a duel before the gods.

He has experienced countless battlefields, and naturally faced countless disadvantages and desperate situations.

Hostility or support from mere bystanders? That's not a thing at all.

But at this moment, he still wondered if he was old

"The road is safe! The road is safe! ”

Among the spectators on the periphery, countless flags bore the name of this once unknown man.

"I've crushed you with all my belongings, and I'm beating that middle-aged man to death."

Someone bluntly shouted out the reasons for support.

"Fifth Order? What about the Fifth Order?! Haven't you beaten all the Seventh Order?! ”

All kinds of exaggerated words and hostile eyes made him more and more uncomfortable. And this discomfort itself triggered his "spirituality" and made him even more uneasy.

He is not a man who is afraid of things, he is not a man who does not face malice and hostility, and even if the whole world is an independent environment, it is not allowed to waver

"Something is wrong, something is wrong"

But at this moment, Louis, a powerful fifth-order warrior monk, with his high spirituality and high spiritual power, which his profession was proud of, told him that his current situation was quite bad.

"What's going on?"

"All the while, it felt like something was wrong, as if it had accidentally entered the mouth of a vicious beast."

"The matchups along the way are too, sometimes it's smooth, sometimes it's good. It's "

The middle-aged warrior looked up at the sky, and he also vaguely felt countless eyes looking at him. The malice in that is undisguised, but even more deadly, is.

The general trend? Curse? I."

At this moment, he finally realized it.

"Boom!"

Enlightened, he suddenly completed the outburst.

The golden aura overflowed around him, and the restrained aura of the past exploded in full force, and this seemingly peaceful middle-aged man instantly turned into a fierce beast.

Wasted power like a rookie? But at this moment, Louie felt that he was doing the right thing, and that it wasn't enough.

"I, Louie. Dingmente, I have experienced hundreds of high-level battlefields, at least thirty rule-level battles, I have returned alive, and every battle, I have made meritorious deeds, maybe I can't be called a real god-killing miracle, but at least, I have faced a foreign evil god."

The explosive momentum and the powerful and vast power gave him enough confidence and attracted a lot of attention.

And soon, he could feel that his momentum was changing, he felt that everything was changing, it was twisting and turning

"Feeling better? Is there really a so-called 'general trend' in this hellish secret realm?"

In fact, he couldn't understand the true rules of this secret realm, but his wild instincts, as a high-ranking warrior monk, still made him take the most helpful action.

His flaunting of force and exploits worked, and more and more people "chose" him, increasing his fortune and making him more confident until.

Is it something to be proud of in the face of the gods?"

The boy's voice echoed back and forth throughout the world, and a figure far taller than expected slowly walked out.

He just walked silently, but everyone around him would run frantically to avoid it, as if a demon god was approaching.

Mortals, not even daring to look at him directly

Reason? Perhaps, the two heads hanging on the stake behind him are.

One was covered in patches, as if it had been put together as if it had been put together in makeshift pieces, and the other was all charred and blackened, as if it had just been pulled out of the stove.

These two things that look like garbage on the outside, but at this moment, they exude a strange "hatred".It is the fear and hatred of the two real golden powerhouses, when they are dying.

They were once immensely powerful, once stood above all beings, but now they are only trophies of sworn enemies, tools used to show off their strength and achievements.

That resentment and unwillingness, combined with its remaining bloodline and curse, turned into extraordinary power, into a fear that mortals simply could not resist.

At this moment, even Louie, who was ready for a deathmatch, also subconsciously took a step back.

"Can't be returned!"

At this time, he had no regard for the consequences of his cowardice.

The "Courage Mantra" of the class ability turned into a golden oath covering his body, but when he looked at Lu Ping'an. Between fantasy and reality, he is still just a poor doll struggling in the hands of giants.

He, and did not have the "ability" to get rid of "fear".

The boy shook his head, showing helpless sadness.

"It's pathetic, I have to be serious"

In his words, a reality was revealed, and from the beginning, there was no opponent in his eyes.

He even sympathized with the poor worm opposite, sympathizing with the situation forcing this unlucky guy to face his complete self.

"I, I've faced an evil god, I haven't flinched, I won't."

Louis repeats the results he is proud of, using "mantras" to strengthen his "morale" and strong self-suggestion to resist his opponent's "aura of fear".

However, those words made Lu Ping'an laugh dumbly.

"Is it enough to be proud of the evil gods? Huh."

He laughed and shook his head, but his footsteps didn't stop.

He walked towards his opponent, calmly and slowly, like a daily walk.

And in Louie's eyes, every step is on his heart, making himself extremely uncomfortable, uncomfortable to think.

"Run, no shame. After all, you're just a wretched creature who prides himself on 'facing God'."

Naked humiliation, sneering at the highest achievements that a professional is proud of, almost denying the value of its existence, but at this moment, Louis was cold.

As an unlucky guy facing "fear", in his spiritual perception, he has entered a dead end, and he has been held in the palm of his hand

I, even in the most desperate battlefields, I did not give up."

He once again faced the endless sea of fear with his true words, and the moment he threw his desperate fist at the boy, he heard even more desperate "truths".

"In the face of God, there is no retreat, not bad. Old-timer, if that's the upper limit of your energy, then I know why you're my warm-up opponent."

The rampaging fist was slowly pressed down by an outstretched palm, and Lu Ping'an still smiled gently.

"Is it worth being proud to just face an evil god? Oh, from today, maybe you will have a record to be proud of. ”

The teenager seems to have a little respect for his seniors? He sincerely said to his seniors:

"After all, you punched me

"Punch at me, the god killer."

Calm, the boy just gave a gentle push and a pat.

"Boom!"

A slap was pressed to the ground, and Louie, who was unconscious, didn't know if he heard the second half.

Lu Ping'an didn't look at it, but just looked at the celestial master of ceremonies and urged.

"Next."

(End of chapter)