When the fireworks faded, the young man was still floating there, his blind eyes devoid of sorrow or joy. He did not even look at Bai Xiyi, his opponent.
"How is that possible? That was enough to demolish an eighteen-story building, and yet... not a scratch?!"
Bai Xiyi genuinely thought she had made a mistake. An explosion of that magnitude had caused no damage at all? Physical damage was real damage. Many High-Level Professionals had died to such attacks when caught unprepared.
"He actually took it head-on?" That was what Bai Xiyi found most unbelievable.
There were traces of the explosion on Lu PingAn's body, but not a single damaged spot. Other than his outer clothes being blown away and a little dust on him, even his hair had not been singed.
Even though most Professionals lacked the habit of defending against chemistry, explosives, and gunpowder, Bai Xiyi had never been naïve enough to think she could kill Lu PingAn with mere explosives.
But coming away completely unharmed, with even the exposed skin on his cheeks perfectly clean—wasn't that a bit too much?
"Actually, I was still shaken up a little. Uh, just a little."
Lu PingAn's Fingertip Universe brimmed with malice.
The explosion had indeed destroyed his outer clothing, revealing the pale gold soft armor beneath.
It was close-fitting armor like scales, its material seemingly both metal and bone. A faint supernatural radiance flowed across it, and rune after rune was set into its surface. It was clearly extraordinary.
It covered Lu PingAn's entire body, including his neck and the lower half of his face.
"...What else have you got? Let me see it."
Lu PingAn sat on the floating platform with his legs crossed, brimming with ill intent as he waited for his "senior" to perform.
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