Meeting an old friend in a foreign land was always a delight.
At least, Lu PingAn was quite happy. Wang Hai, however, was clearly feeling conflicted.
"This past year, I thought I'd improved enough."
They found a small private room, ordered some food and drinks, and began catching up.
Wang Hai still did not touch alcohol. He needed to keep the Asura War Ghost within him under control, lest he harm both others and himself.
Actually, Lu PingAn was not the one Wang Hai should have thanked for stopping that fight. It was that middle-aged man.
If Wang Hai had truly been pushed into a corner, they would most likely have died together. The War Ghost Wang Hai unleashed would have beaten the other man to death, then the frenzied War Ghost would have wreaked havoc aboard the ship before being beaten to death by a group—or slapped dead by some big shot.
"Indeed. I almost didn't recognize you. Your combat strength is on a completely different level from before." At first, Lu PingAn genuinely had not recognized him.
It was only when Wang Hai prepared to risk his life and began visibly transforming into a ghost that Lu PingAn recognized that familiar aura.
In a sense, Wang Hai received the same treatment as Lu PingAn. They were both holders of "extremely high-risk innate abilities."
The growth of people like them was utterly unreasonable. Their overly powerful innate abilities constantly forced their potential to either succeed or perish.
Wang Hai had said it himself back then. His personal strength had been on the weaker side among third-rankers, but considering his age, that had already been quite remarkable. He needed the abilities of an Awakened and a fighter-type class to restrain and suppress the War Ghost within him, preventing himself from