"...Don't turn around. The follower carrying my 'Holy Relic' is right behind you. Professionals are quite sensitive to gazes and hostility. Don't look, and don't even think about it."
There was a rare note of panic and unease in Chris's voice.
Lu PingAn merely smiled calmly, pulled out a sheet recording his scores, and began calculating them again.
The bus had discharged a crowd of dejected examinees. Plenty of people, like him, were still agonizing over their results.
For the moment, he did not need to worry about looking conspicuous by standing still.
"Can he pinpoint our exact location? How strong is he, roughly?"
"The Holy Relic only trembles slightly when I need it or when it is close to me. He's probably already noticed something is wrong. But with so many people here, he can't possibly lock onto us directly. Your low rank is actually an advantage. As for his strength, I can sense the flavor of 'law.' At least Tier 4, perhaps Tier 5 or Tier 6, but definitely not Tier 7. I honestly don't know much about the lower tiers."
Fine, so to you, Tiers 4, 5, and 6 were all low-tier.
Yet at that moment, Lu PingAn abandoned the urge to launch a direct, lethal ambush.
Before this, he might have been willing to gamble that the other party would let down his guard. But after all this experience and learning, he now understood just how terrifying a true Tier 4 was.
If he had known how strong genuine Professionals were back then, he would never have left Professor Deng any chance of survival during that ambush. Ahem, that was beside the point. Back to the matter at hand.
The Sophists had made an entire city treat them as if facing a great enemy. This was