"Life and death, an endless cycle."
He had repeated those plain words countless times, but this time, Lu PingAn gained a new understanding.
Now he understood why the "Martial Arts Festival" was regarded as a mass producer of miracles and heroes, and why Big Cat had called it "extremely interesting" and urged Lu PingAn not to miss the opportunity.
".The pressure between life and death, sufficient luck, and most importantly, vast reserves of accumulated experience—all of it came together to ultimately produce a qualitative change."
The festival itself was not a benefit. It could even be called a form of torture, a trial.
It merely drove people into a "dead end," forcing them to erupt or die.
If there was any preferential treatment, it was that the conditions it provided would trigger one's potential as much as possible, allowing true "strong ones" to keep winning.
It was like a "sledgehammer." Heaven knew whether, when it came down, you would be smashed to pieces or forged into a treasured artifact—or whether both would happen at once.
".An interesting path."
Lu PingAn's "potential," along with his past accumulations, had been activated simultaneously after this battle.
In the end, this was still the "wealth" he had built up in the past.
It was simply that he had been too busy before, with no time or energy to study it closely. This time, under the boost of a deathmatch and martial fortune, the door to a higher level had been pried open directly.
"There are actually two Rider-like professions? Uh... or perhaps they can be called two forms of one profession."
Before Lu PingAn lay two diverging paths, both immensely tempting to him.
One was nearly Death-type, and was also the hidden advancement of the Pale Hand that Big Cat had bestowed upon him.