Watching the frenzied crowd, Li Tianming and the three women all stood there dumbfounded.
"I've truly never been this speechless in my life."
What kind of weirdos were these?
"They seemed to have an incredibly childish dueling spirit. They treated it as something important and sacred? They settled everything through duels?" Jiang Feiling mused.
"Possible. After all, different worlds can have different cultures and customs. This probably has something to do with that place called the 'Boundless Dojo.'" Li Tianming nodded.
"Then I'll go?" Weisheng Moran asked.
"Wait!"
Li Tianming rummaged through his Sumeru Ring for quite a while.
Over the past few days, he had obtained quite a few strange and unusual things from the Blood Abyss War God and the Phantom Haze Lord.
He pulled out a multicolored mask.
"What's that?" Weisheng Moran asked curiously.
"Good stuff. Once you put it on, no one will be able to see your face clearly."
Li Tianming put it on her. Sure enough, once she wore it, her face sank into a fog, and even her figure became difficult to make out.
Weisheng Moran looked in a mirror and said, "Why does it look a little resentful and pained?"
"Normal. It's called the Mask of Pain," Li Tianming said.
"...!"
"Go into battle, Little Fish! Charge, charge, charge! Blow him up! Crush his balls!"
Yinghuo squeezed its wings together and even imitated a pop, making it sound as though scrambled eggs had splattered everywhere.
"Get lost!"
Li Tianming kicked it away.
In the corner, Ji Ji was holding a crystal ore before its eye, squinting one eye as it examined it.
"Help me out, will you?" Li Tianming said.
"I want that Mask of Pain," Ji Ji said.
"Fine. I'll give it to you after this," Li Tianming said, not knowing