In the center of the room, no different from those on the previous fourteen floors, the tall golden armor stood silently like an eternal boulder.
Still holding his weapon in a knightly salute, pale golden flames ignited within the hollow helmet the next moment.
Simply being watched by that flame made Lu PingAn feel an inexplicable restraint and oppression.
".Is this Tier 3?"
Rank did not represent strength, but it did represent the degree of contamination.
It was only natural for a small radiation source to be suppressed by a larger one.
Lu PingAn felt sluggishness all around him, as if even the air he breathed had grown heavier.
It felt as though the entire space had turned into a viscous liquid, forcibly suppressing his movements.
Yet Lu PingAn smiled. Perhaps this was exactly the chance to test it.
"Move like water."
For no reason, Lu PingAn recalled the title of a song. It was also his understanding of this martial technique.
His hands slowly turned, and the Battle Axe he held aloft began to dance.
But unlike the broad, forceful swings from before, this time the axe trembled slightly as it moved, seeming somewhat hesitant and uneasy.
The stagnant air was stirred, sending ripples spreading outward. At its center, it was like a trident churning the Jianghu.
From this moment on, it was no longer merely Heroic Spirit Cohen's martial technique.
Lu PingAn attacked first. With a circular horizontal sweep, the very tip of his axe blade collided with the lance.
As expected, the brutal force of the recoil nearly shook the weapon from his hands. There was a generational gap in their base strength!
But Lu PingAn still smiled and merely flicked his wrist.
Wave after wave receded, but they would always return in the very next moment.