"Why was this happening?"
Faced with the cheers and calls of the audience, Louis Ding Mente felt somewhat dazed.
At forty-seven, he was in his prime. He was no green recruit who had never seen the world; he had challenged city-devouring beasts in foreign lands and won the favor of a City-State in duels before gods.
He had experienced countless battlefields and naturally faced countless disadvantages and desperate situations.
The hostility or support of mere spectators? That was nothing.
Yet at this moment, he still wondered if he had grown old.
"Lu PingAn! Lu PingAn!"
Among the spectators at the outskirts, countless banners bore the name of this once-obscure man.
"I bet my entire fortune on you! Beat that middle-aged old man to death!"
Someone bluntly shouted out the reason for their support.
"Tier 5? So what if he's Tier 5?! Haven't you beaten Tier 7s before?!"
All kinds of exaggerated words and hostile gazes made him increasingly uneasy. That unease itself triggered his "spirituality," making him even more unsettled.
He was not someone afraid of trouble, nor was he unfamiliar with malice and hostility. Even an isolated environment where the entire world stood against him had never shaken him.
"Something's wrong. Something's wrong."
But at this moment, the powerful Tier 5 martial monk, Louis, was being warned by the high spirituality and mental strength his profession prided itself on that the situation was extremely bad.
".What is going on?"
"Something has felt wrong all along, as if I had carelessly entered the mouth of a beast."
"The duels along the way too. Sometimes they went smoothly, sometimes... This is..."
The middle-aged warrior looked up at the sky. He could vaguely sense countless gazes directed at him. The malice within them was undisguised, but what was more deadly was...
".The