"Damn, you could do that?!"
The moment they clashed, Lu PingAn suffered a heavy blow.
Was he seriously asking, Is this a joke? Nobody cares that this guy is cheating?
Bang!
Another heavy blow from the spiked warhammer left Lu PingAn's forehead aching.
That last strike had hit him square in the head and nearly knocked him senseless on the spot. Dealing with that hammer barehanded was proving rather unpleasant.
Lu PingAn took a deep breath. He was so dizzy he could barely stand, so he once again chose to widen the distance and avoid the edge of the attack.
His opponent made no attempt to pursue. From the moment he had armed himself from head to toe, this battle had been destined not to end quickly.
"Let's sort out the information. He really is 'Another Me.' This is going to be troublesome."
The more Lu PingAn fought, the more familiar it felt—and the rougher the battle became.
His attacks seemed to do nothing to his opponent, while every strike from that obviously priceless warhammer brought Lu PingAn agony as though he were dying. That was only because he was the one taking the hits; anyone else would have dropped dead long ago.
"How did he do it? His equipment hasn't been weakened at all."
This was the secret realm of Tyrannical Three-Faced. Professionals outside the Fighter Path would all be weakened here, let alone Taboo Items such as Little Source.
Rule-level weapons and equipment could resist some of it, but that armor... that heavy armor, clearly enhanced by Talent Abilities and Profession Skills...
"...Lu PingAn, use your Rider ability on his armor and weapons."
"Uh, my Rider has already locked onto its designated object. It works poorly on anything else."
"Try it."
Since Big Cat had said so, Lu