"Is that all?"
"Holy Son?"
"Heh."
Lu PingAn calmly delivered a triple dose of mockery, but every word was the truth.
Looking at the uneasy opponent below him, Lu PingAn was genuinely puzzled.
"...Did Tyrannical Three-Faced get it wrong? This is supposed to be my hardest opponent?"
Tyrannical Three-Faced's "martial contest" used the rules of fate to arrange the most "difficult" opponents toward the end.
Considering that Eve, the final opponent, had been personally designated by Lu PingAn, Lu Mouren had originally assumed that the Li Family Brothers would be his toughest and strongest opponents in a fight to the death.
"On paper, two Tier 6s."
But from the very start of the fight, Lu PingAn had indeed used his trump card. Yet for some reason, it felt like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
They were probably genuinely Tier 6, but only standard-template Tier 6s. A little weak.
Lu PingAn looked at Li Zhen before him, sighed, and made no effort to hide his disappointment.
It was probably like expecting a boss to be insanely strong, grinding to level 999 at Ten Mile Slope, then throwing out every consumable and ultimate at once—only for the boss to go down in ten seconds. A strangely hollow feeling.
"You... you two aren't even as good as those two professional mercenaries."
Lu PingAn was not humiliating his opponents. It was simply the truth. Those two powerhouses had both been peak Law Decree-level and pure combat veterans. If they encountered Lu PingAn in the wild, they truly might have been able to kill him.
Had the deity made a mistake? Or were his standards simply too high?
At that moment, seeing the disappointment on Lu PingAn's face atop the "skeletal Firebird," Li Fan was also filled with unease.
He was indeed a