Taking a deep breath, Lu PingAn stepped forward into the battlefield.
Yet the wind blowing toward him seemed thick with the stench of blood.
What astonished him even more was that, for the first time in a long while, he actually felt nervous.
He opened his eyes. The air was filled with bewildering, silent killing intent.
The moment Lu PingAn stepped forward, at least four targets locked onto him.
But what truly surprised him was—
...I'm actually afraid?
Lu PingAn found it hard to understand. His body was actually trembling in response to hostility and killing intent.
He touched his chin, trying to find a reason.
Boom!
But obviously, to others, pausing after entering the battlefield either meant he was being foolish or charging up some ultimate move.
In the instant he hesitated, a shadowy monk solidified and kicked upward from below.
That fighter skilled in Shadowstep had been lurking until now, finally choosing to attack a "soft target."
The moment he completed his ambush and entered range, delight appeared on his face. Against a Tier 2 fighter at this distance, he was confident he could take him down in a single blow.
...Stop making noise!
Yet his main body, his shadow, and his shadow clone were all pinned down by a single hand!
With a pull and a tug, the clone merged back into one mass. Then came a swing and a slam.
Rumble!
The Shadowstep monk was smashed directly into the deck. The divinely reinforced ship did not immediately crack apart, but the sound of bones shattering was unmistakable.
Clearly, this fellow had thought he could pick up a little fish first, only to run into a man-eating shark.
...Honestly, I told you to stop making noise. This time, Lu PingAn had no intention of holding back.
Lu