If possible, Lu PingAn hoped these leisurely days would only get better and better.
Especially when he found a new toy.
"Yo, that's quite a fight. One is peak Tier 3, and the other is... Tier 4? Tsk, the one being suppressed is actually Tier 4. But that Tier 3 one seems a little unstable. His ability seems somewhat special—and a little familiar."
Inside the restaurant, a duel—a fight to the death—was underway.
On one side stood a young boxer wearing a Ghost Mask; on the other was a bearded, middle-aged Tier 4 martial artist wearing Double Bracers.
The former wore leather, his punches howling like the wind. He followed a fierce, decisive heavy-artillery style. Though only Tier 3, he faintly held the upper hand and the initiative.
The latter wore ancient-style cloth robes and focused on defense. Yet after every repeated collision of fist and arm, the Strange Objects on his arms would activate, unleashing impacts that seemed to tear through the air.
Both sides in this fight were quite formidable, and both fought fiercely, naturally attracting even more spectators.
Outsiders watched the excitement and applauded. By now, Lu PingAn counted as half an insider and could spot something wrong.
"Tsk, the equipment gap. Isn't that just bullying?"
Lu PingAn could tell that the middle-aged man's silver bracers were no ordinary items. Every collision produced a miniature Force Field Shield.
Martial monks and fighters needed to use their bodies to channel supernatural power, and often did not rely on external objects. But that did not mean they did not want to use them—it was simply that too few external objects suited them.
Full-coverage gloves separated the wearer's hands from the opponent and were inconvenient to use. Fingerless half-protection gloves, while mainstream among fighters, were actually only moderately effective.
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