"I never expected this outcome. I still personally recommend that you run. I never thought My Lord would make such a judgment. Perhaps something went wrong."
Priest Gan sought out Lu PingAn again. This time, he wore a rare expression of surprise.
The reason? The duel procedure that had just been approved.
"Thirteen matches? Tyrannical Three-Faced, the Martial God really thinks highly of me."
"In My Lord's judgment, you still have a chance of winning even so. But in my personal experience, this is already a dead end."
Reality was not a game. Battles caused injuries and exhaustion, and among Professionals, intelligence was equivalent to a lifeline. Thirteen consecutive deathmatches would drain a Professional's physical strength, focus, and hidden methods. Even if all of that ran unfathomably deep, using extraordinary power too frequently would cause "pollution" to spiral out of control.
Gan Qianyun's face showed barely concealed awkwardness and helplessness. He had originally thought highly of the young man before him and intended to do him a favor by building him a path to the heavens.
After all, even if an "application" was submitted, whether it would be approved was another matter.
Based on Gan Qianyun's understanding of the Martial God he worshipped, the deity enjoyed evenly matched deathmatches and miracles where the weaker side gave everything to defeat the stronger. But the deity deeply despised powerful opponents being taken advantage of by weaker ones due to outside factors.
Therefore, the "stage" the deity provided should have been one Lu Mouren could truly fight through if he gave it his all.
In Gan Qianyun's plan, only four or five deathmatches should have been approved in the end. That would have given Lu PingAn a chance to break through. Thirteen Law Decree-level or higher deathmatches made overloading extraordinary power almost inevitable.