This deathmatch arena had nothing fancy about it.
Amid thunderous cheers and boos, both sides entered an arena Lu PingAn found somewhat familiar.
"Really bad taste."
"You mean..." Lu PingAn pointed upward and laughed outright.
"Who else? But this really is a place to settle Karma."
Yet Lu PingAn's "silence" was taken by his opponent as weakness and unease.
"Mortal, if you are willing to reveal what happened to My Lord back then, and hand over everything connected to it, we can spare your life..."
On the other side of the "cage," the lion-faced man sneered.
Lu PingAn could not even be bothered to respond. He simply raised his middle finger.
Still, his pensive expression and strange silence when he entered the arena made even more undecided spectators ultimately choose the other side.
After all, judging purely by his condition and appearance, Lu PingAn was no longer merely in bad shape. He was at the stage where he ought to be taken straight to a hospital.
What unsettled those who had bet on him most was that he was now wrapped in nothing but Red Cloth, with practically all his equipment destroyed.
The sudden Sacred Fire had directly ruined most of his ordinary clothes. But that was not the important part.
"Without the protection of that treasure armor, your fragile flesh is nothing."
"Heh."
Faced with that probing mockery, Lu PingAn answered with a "laugh."
And that was the source of their unease. Lu PingAn's previous seemingly invulnerable performance had largely come from the obviously absurd golden armor on his body.
But now, that armor had been melted into a lump by the Sacred Fire. Forget wearing it—even keeping it close to his body would be like binding himself in a prison and steamer.
Without that absurd armor, would Lu