"Is this a fighting festival?"
"Since they're fighting with their bodies, I suppose it still is."
The "monster showdown" before them had probably exceeded the expectations of most spectators—and surpassed the upper limit of force seen in several previous festivals.
The burning treant kept expanding. Its enormous body no longer merely caused earthquakes; its movements, attacks, and collisions themselves were like a living volcano.
Its opponent, the seemingly sunny and cheerful young lady, had transformed into a vast legion that multiplied endlessly like an ocean.
Countless crystal warriors, crystal birds, and war beasts rushed at the gigantic treant, only to be smashed to pieces.
The battle had already lasted nearly ten minutes. Lu PingAn had failed to finish her off quickly as planned. Eve's bizarre immortality was simply outrageous. Able to break herself down into "cells," she perhaps possessed no concept of death that normal lifeforms had.
Against an existence like this, Professionals had abilities classified as "instant death." Lu PingAn's "beheading" was one of them, but its effect was rather subtle.
This was where the gap between Rule-level items and true Rule-level power became apparent. Lu PingAn could only use the most foolish method: wearing down his opponent.
Boom!
Another eruption from the living volcano. The frenzied treant trampled this region and the earth itself like a panicked herd of elephants.
Whether willingly or not, both sides had entered the most common mode of battle for Life-type beings: a war of attrition.
This had actually been part of Lu PingAn's contingency plan. It was not the best outcome, but neither was it the worst.
"Energy may not be conserved."
At this moment, he too experienced the benefits of being inhuman.
Under normal circumstances, how could he possibly outlast Eve, who had vast reserves of Biomass as a strategic stockpile?