"Can this actually work?"
Seeing his opponent take the initiative to kill himself, then come back to life, not only Lu PingAn but even the well-informed Big Cat were left somewhat stunned.
But in fact, it really could work!
The "ritual" was already nearing its end. Whether willingly or passively, both sides had accumulated an utterly terrifying amount of martial fortune.
Under such circumstances, certain-kill moves with low success rates would inevitably succeed, bottlenecks that had been completely stuck would break through, and inspiration one had sought in vain for years would fall from the sky in an endless stream, as if it cost nothing.
The ritual of a deathmatch always became more spectacular the further it progressed.
Many people merely attributed it to temporary breakthroughs amid mortal combat, but Lu PingAn, who had seen through the rules behind it all, had successfully exploited it along the way and turned it into an opportunity for rapid growth.
And now, after he had driven his opponent into a dead end, the other party had unleashed a life-and-death strike whose success rate was practically beyond the decimal point—only for it to bizarrely score a huge success outright. Even he wanted to lament the unfairness of fate.
...I can't take him head-on!
Having made his judgment, Lu PingAn was promptly sent flying by a slap from the skeletal monster.
He had already shifted to disperse the force, yet pain wracked every inch of his body.
This freakish monster was not large, only around three meters tall in its current flesh-and-bone form, but its strength was simply incomprehensible.
Even the ground its feet lightly touched was directly crushed into deep pits.
Pure physical strength was exceptionally difficult to deal with when he lacked equipment, and what left Lu PingAn most helpless was—
*...The Sacred