"Perhaps I could try making contact and communicating."
Thinking this, Lu Sheng slowly approached a White Knight.
But the other party seemed not to see him at all, striding straight past his side.
Lu Sheng could hear their heavy breathing, along with faint, pain-filled groans from beneath their helmets.
"Hey!" He reached out to pat a White Knight on the shoulder.
Shhk!!
A cold flash suddenly swept past him, slashing viciously at his outstretched right hand.
Lu Sheng swiftly withdrew his hand and stepped back.
Like a fly that had caught the scent of food, the White Knight turned, drew a white greatsword lined with serrations, and swung it diagonally at Lu Sheng with astonishing speed.
With a swish.
Lu Sheng twisted aside and narrowly evaded it.
"Can you hear me? I'm alive, not a monster!" Lu Sheng sidestepped again, avoiding the second chop.
But the White Knight turned a deaf ear, attacking Lu Sheng in rapid succession like a machine, its technique honed to an extreme.
It was incredibly fast—faster even than Lu Sheng at his current fifth stage.
Several times in a row, Lu Sheng relied on his Grandmaster-level martial arts to predict its attacks in advance and dodge left and right.
"Looks like communication is impossible." Lu Sheng leaped backward again, avoiding the greatsword's chained spinning strikes.
Bang! He struck the White Knight's right side with his palm.
Yet with his current strength, he could not even knock the White Knight down, only making it sway slightly.
Whoosh! The White Knight paused, then viciously cleaved down at him again with its greatsword.
"Troublesome." Lu Sheng could clearly sense that its strength was monstrously abnormal. Its speed far surpassed that of an ordinary person as well.
He retreated, precisely evading the greatsword's range once more.
"I calculated it