"How did Lu Yang do it?"
"What kind of training method was that?"
The players were all curious. How could they know that aside from the constant wars, Lu Yang got up at five every morning regardless of heat or cold, trained for three hours, and only then entered the game.
Every day, he constantly challenged all kinds of Lords in the game, repeatedly pushing his body to its limits. It was only through such extreme conditions that he had developed these abilities.
Of those who claimed to train diligently in the arena every day, how many matches were just them stomping weak opponents? Compared to fighting Lu Yang and Lord-class monsters, their battles against so-called experts were nothing more than amateurs pecking at each other, yet they remained unaware of it.
Milan was one such person. He believed that his arena-honed skills far surpassed Lu Yang's. Even if Lu Yang had so many clones, he was unafraid.
"Holy Charge!"
This was a charging skill learned after a Paladin's second class advancement. Milan rushed toward Lu Yang in a streak of golden light.
"Blink!"
Lu Yang activated Blink at the instant, 0.5 seconds before Milan reached him. A flash of light appeared, and Milan slammed into Lu Yang's afterimage. His body came to a stop, and although the greatsword in his hand swung down, it struck nothing.
"Watch out, he's behind you!"
"Idiot, he's behind you!"
The players shouted.
As if he had known all along, Milan spun around and slashed backward the instant his sword came down.
"Holy Light Whirl!"
Lu Yang retreated again.
"Holy Shock!"
Milan pointed his right hand at Lu Yang, and a streak of golden light struck Lu Yang's body.
"Escape Dagger!"
Lu Yang threw out his dagger, but his body was stunned