"What is my equation for victory?"
Once Big Cat had pointed it out, this question became the one Lu PingAn most urgently needed to solve.
Ordinary Professionals accumulated things bit by bit. A single professional ability might take one or two years to master, while climbing a path to Tier 3 or 4 could take more than a decade. Those long years and practical combat experience forced them to carefully calculate every "asset" they possessed.
When every "weapon" you owned became as instinctive as your own body, your fighting style naturally emerged. Using whatever was available was only the foundation; you would proactively combine and match all your abilities to achieve the best possible combat results.
Then, once that fighting style was established, it would in turn guide your advancement path.
Those focused on high-speed combat would naturally seek to advance as Runners, while those skilled at defense and counterattacks would look for more armor and passive traits.
In the end, once all the "hardware," "software," and "plug-in accessories" were assembled, the method that best brought out their combat power would have long since taken shape.
"You're too extravagant. You have too much, too many choices, and that has instead kept you from training many abilities until you can wield them as freely as instinct."
The logic was actually quite simple. When an ordinary person got hit, they threw a punch back.
Normal people only had two hands. There was no need to consider anything, so their reactions were naturally fast.
But Lu PingAn had "more than a dozen hands," and he had barely used most of them. By the time he had thought things through, the chance to strike back had often already passed.
That was why, if Lu PingAn was given time to think, his upper limit would