Faced with the cheers and calls of the audience, Louis Dinment was in a daze.
Now forty-seven years old, he is in his prime. It is not like he has never seen new recruits on the market. He once challenged the evil beasts that devoured the city in foreign lands, and also won the favor of a city-state in a duel before the gods.
He has experienced countless battlefields and has naturally faced countless disadvantages and desperate situations.
Hostility or support from mere bystanders? That doesn't matter.
But at this moment, he still doubted whether he was getting old
"Have a safe road! Have a safe road!"
Among the spectators on the outside, countless flags had the name of this once unknown man written on them.
"All my belongings are weighing on you. Beat that middle-aged man to death."
Someone bluntly shouted out their reasons for support.
"Fifth level? So what about fifth level?! Haven't you beaten level seven before?!"
All kinds of exaggerated words and hostile looks made him more and more uncomfortable, and this discomfort itself triggered his "spirituality" and made him even more uneasy.
He is not a person who is afraid of trouble, and he is not a person who has not faced malice and hostility. Even if the independent environment of the entire world is his enemy, he has not been shaken.
"Something's wrong, something's wrong"
But at this moment, Louis, a powerful fifth-level warrior monk whose profession was proud of his high spirituality and high spiritual power, told him that the current situation was quite bad.
"What's going on?"
"I always felt something was wrong, as if I had accidentally entered the mouth of an evil beast."
"The same goes for the duels along the way. Sometimes it goes well, sometimes it doesn't."
The middle-aged warrior looked up at the sky, and he could vaguely feel the countless eyes looking at him. The malice in them was undisguised, but what was more deadly was
"General trend? Curse? Me"
At this moment, he finally realized.
"boom!"
Awakening, he suddenly completed the explosion.
A golden halo overflowed around him, and the restrained aura of the past exploded. This seemingly peaceful middle-aged man instantly turned into a ferocious beast.
Wasting strength like a rookie? But at this moment, Louis felt that he had done the right thing, and it was not enough.
"I, Louis Dinment, have experienced hundreds of high-level battlefields, and at least thirty rule-level battles. I have returned alive. I have made meritorious deeds in every battle. Perhaps I cannot be called a true god-killing miracle.
, but I have at least faced an alien evil god before."
The explosive momentum and powerful force gave him enough confidence and attracted a lot of attention.
And soon, he could feel that his situation had changed. He felt that everything was changing, twisting and getting better.
"Do you feel like the situation is getting better? Is there really a so-called 'general trend' in this damn secret realm?"
In fact, he was unable to understand the true rules of this secret realm, but as a high-level monk, his wild intuition allowed him to take the most helpful action.
His behavior of showing off his military power and military exploits worked, and more and more people "chosen" him, which increased his luck and made him more confident, until
"Is it worth being proud to face gods?"
The boy's voice echoed back and forth throughout the world, and a figure that was much taller than expected slowly walked out.
He just walked silently, but everyone around him would run frantically to avoid him, as if a demon was approaching.
Mortals don't even dare to look directly at him
The reason? Perhaps, the two heads hanging on the wooden stake behind him are.
One was covered in patches, like a makeshift doll, and the other was completely charred, as if it had just been taken out of the stove.
These two things, which look like trash, are exuding a strange "hate" at this moment. They are the fear and hatred of two real golden strong men before they die.
They were once extremely powerful and stood above all living beings, but now they are just trophies for their sworn enemies, tools used to show off their power and achievements.
That resentment and unwillingness, combined with the remaining bloodline and curse, turned into extraordinary power and a fear that mortals simply could not resist.
At this moment, even Louis, who was ready for a fight to the death, subconsciously took a step back.
"Can't retreat!"
At this time, he no longer cared about the consequences of showing off his timidity.
The "Courage Mantra" of his professional ability turned into a golden oath covering his body, but when he looked at Lu Ping'an, caught between fantasy and reality, he was still just a poor doll struggling in the giant's hands.
He does not have the "ability" to get rid of "fear".
The young man shook his head, showing his helpless and sad mood.
"It's so pathetic, I have to be serious"
His words revealed the reality that from the very beginning, he had no opponent in his eyes.
He even sympathized with the poor guy opposite him, sympathizing with the unfortunate guy who was forced by the situation to face his complete self.
"I, I have faced evil gods before, I have never backed down, I won't"
Louis repeated the victory results that he was proud of, used "mantras" to strengthen his "morale", and performed strong autosuggestion to resist the opponent's "aura of fear".
However, those words made Lu Pingping laugh.
"Is it enough to be proud when facing the evil god? Haha"
He laughed and shook his head, but did not stop.
He walked towards his opponent, calmly and slowly, like a daily walk.
In Louis's eyes, every step stepped on his heart, making him extremely uncomfortable and thinking uncomfortably.
"Run away, there's no shame in it. After all, you're just a poor guy who prides himself on 'facing God'"
Naked humiliation, ridicule of the highest record a professional is proud of, almost negating its value of existence, but at this moment, Louis felt cold all over.
As an unlucky guy facing "fear", in his spiritual perception, he has entered a dead end, and he has been grasped in the palm of his hand.
"I, even on the most desperate battlefield, I never gave up."
He once again faced the endless sea of fear with his true words, and the moment he waved his desperate fist at the young man, he heard an even more desperate "truth".
"Facing God without retreating is no worse than a senior, but if this is the upper limit of your energy, then I know why you are my warm-up opponent."
The violent fist was slowly pressed down by an open palm, Lu Pingan still had a gentle smile.
"Is just facing the evil god something worth being proud of? Hey, from today on, maybe you will have a more proud record."
The young man seemed to have a little respect for his senior? He said to him sincerely:
"After all, you punched me
"Punch your fist at me as the God-Slayer."
Calmly, the young man just pushed and patted gently.
"Boom!"
Louis, who was slapped to the ground and unconscious, didn't know if he heard the second half.
Lu Pingan didn't even look at it, he just looked at the master of ceremonies in the sky and urged.