In a sense, this deathmatch was actually a matter of life and death for Lu PingAn.
When surrounded by wolves, weakness was Original Sin. Even if those who controlled order could provide a certain degree of safety, there would always be loopholes, and they could never be relied upon.
Maintaining safety came at a cost. In this day and age, when "the police always arrive one step too late," only having enough deterrence and confidence in your own strength could keep you alive.
"You surprise me. Don't misunderstand, I'm not talking about Senior Sister. I mean you yourself."
The demigod Akul looked at Lu PingAn approvingly. Naturally, he had watched Lu Mouren's series of battle recordings and gained a rather deep understanding of him.
What surprised him was not Lu PingAn's current combat strength, but his nature and rate of improvement. A lifeform capable of switching its racial talents had a potential ceiling that was practically limitless.
He could even tell that the talents Lu PingAn borrowed likely came from his magical pet. This kind of "group-based" growth gave him even more room for speculation.
"That boy will eventually reach our level." That was his judgment, and the reason he had come specifically to meet Lu PingAn.
But some matters had to be clarified first. If that cat had not died, some gods would not be able to sleep peacefully.
When the demigod asked about Big Cat's condition, Lu PingAn merely smiled, thought for a moment, then spoke.
"She's dead."
"Could she possibly come back to life?"
"No. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a me."
"Good. A very good answer."
It was obvious that Akul truly appreciated that answer and believed it to be true.
In his eyes, without the fall of the Balance Disaster Beast, it would have been impossible