At the very end, Luluwei took off the outermost layer of her clothing.
Luluwei's body was pierced through—
and fell toward the ground.
There was no doubt about the winner: it was Lu Cang.
The remnants of Luluwei's consciousness looked at Lu Cang, who was still gripping her calf and right arm.
You, you jerk.
When are you finally going to let go?
Darkness swallowed her consciousness.
Her final thought vanished completely.
Only after Luluwei's body disappeared did Lu Cang let out a long breath in the center of the arena.
I hope I don't run into an archer in open terrain in any future battles.
After fighting Luluwei,
Lu Cang had developed a bit of a psychological scar when it came to archers.
"I have to find a way to make sure I can get close to my enemies..."
"Or find a way to trap them in a space they can't escape."
Lu Cang muttered to himself.
This battle had once again made him aware of his shortcomings in certain areas.
He didn't reflect on his victory for long.
The scenery around him was rapidly disappearing, gradually turning into a pristine, empty space.
His soul also seemed to feel a refreshing sense of relief.
His intuition told him that he was no longer being watched by a huge crowd.
Lu Cang looked to either side.
But he wasn't the only one here.
Hun Mu, Luluwei, Yan Gang, Fasizer, Vianke...
All eight people from the final round were here.
They looked at Lu Cang with complicated expressions.
Fasizer looked somewhat relieved.
As a puppeteer, he felt that his loss to Lu Cang had been inexplicable.
He had no idea how Lu Cang had found him or killed him in an instant.
Lu Cang hadn't used many moves.
And the