At the end of the day, League of Legends had an exceptionally unique world setting. Even though Hero Abilities varied in strength—some were immensely powerful, practically gods, while others were merely raccoon-like creatures using poisoned blowdarts (Teemo), comparatively quite fragile—they could still engage each other on an equal battlefield, Summoner's Rift, displaying their unique abilities to the fullest.
Its inclusiveness and balance toward multiple elements were what made this world setting so appealing.
In Lianye's view, formidable people like Mikasa or Captain Levi, who could wield ODM Gear as naturally as their own limbs, could also join League of Legends with such special abilities—though, since the two sides did not belong to the same world after all, that hypothesis was difficult to establish.
Even after Lianye explained it like that, Kha'Zix still seemed utterly dismissive of his idea.
Lianye helplessly spread his hands. Naturally, it was quite difficult to explain such things to a Void monster that pursued endless battles and limitless evolution, so he could only say calmly, "You'll understand when you continue evolving."
Kha'Zix could not help but stomp in fury. Wasn't this bastard clearly saying its evolution level was still insufficient?
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Blade Empress
Kha'Zix laughed in extreme anger, baring its gleaming white teeth in a savage, cruel grin at Lianye. "As you wish. Once I complete my next evolution, I'll be the first to tear you into eight pieces! Before then, you'd better not die."
Even beneath the somewhat dim light of dawn, those two rows of ghastly white teeth could be seen. Just as many people wanted to ask what brand of toothpaste aliens used to maintain such excellent teeth, Lianye nearly felt the urge to ask Kha'Zix the same question.
—But making jokes about that now would have been a little too unkind.
So Lianye merely pursed his lips in a proud smile and glared fearlessly at Kha'Zix. "I look forward to that day. And you—you can only die by my hand."
Who did not know how to talk tough? Lianye and Kha'Zix both had to throw out a few harsh words before their next confrontation.
Dragging its somewhat exhausted body back a step, Kha'Zix slipped into the Void and swiftly vanished. Lianye no longer had the strength to activate Hunting Rhythm and pursue it.
Although he possessed an extremely exaggerated regenerative ability, Lianye had likewise been tormented by physical and mental exhaustion throughout this struggle that had lasted from the dead of night until dawn. Keeping up with the Void Predator's assassination tempo was no simple task.
Yet as his body grew increasingly stronger through the grueling battle, Lianye felt not only anticipation for his own continuous growth, but also anticipation for the evolution of his archenemy, Kha'Zix.
This path of hunting could be called endless, but if there were an ultimate hunter capable of matching his stride, then neither of the two walking this road would likely feel lonely.
—Of course, they were, openly and in truth, lifelong archenemies. So neither of the proud pair would admit that the other's existence excited them. In a sense... that was probably tsundere behavior.
Because of this encounter and clash, the thoughts of the two archenemies changed somewhat.
Or rather, from the very beginning, Lianye had not been the Pride Stalker from the League of Legends backstory. He was merely a Summoner using that Hero Ability, so naturally he could not be satisfied with endless hunting and combat.
As for this Kha'Zix, it was probably not the Void Predator from that backstory either. It should have been something like an otherworldly projection or an isomer of that Void monster.
After all, the vast and boundless yet elusive word "Void" represented endless possibilities. If one day you woke up and suddenly became the legitimate emperor of a long-slumbering Void interstellar civilization super-empire, there would be nothing surprising about it. Void matter changed frequently and was difficult to observe; who knew whether the disturbance of such Void energy might cause unbelievable deviations in certain events.
So perhaps Lianye could look forward to his archenemy, the Void Predator Kha'Zix, evolving into a cool, aloof mature woman he could touch, fuck, and warm his bed with. At that point, Kha'Zix should no longer be called Kha'Zix, but something like Kha'zi Ke instead. While they were at it, its title could be changed from Void Predator to Blade Empress.
Fortunately, while the effects of Void Ability intrusion were unpredictable, Void monsters like Kha'Zix were not super-intellectuals like the Void Walker or Void Prophet. Naturally, it could not sense the utterly shameless thoughts in Lianye's heart through telepathy. Otherwise, it would definitely curse aloud, "I treat you like a brother, but you—you want to fuck me?"
"All right, time to head back to camp."
After resting briefly for more than ten minutes, every wound on Lianye's body inflicted by Kha'Zix's claws or spikes had completely healed. Although he still looked somewhat disheveled, it remained within the bounds of what people could reasonably accept.
Once he had calmly tidied himself up and returned leisurely to the camp in the forest, he found that the Expeditionary Team members had awakened ahead of the scheduled time.
They clearly did not need to wake up so early. They should have been able to sleep longer and recover their strength.
Thus, Lianye sensed that something was off. There was nothing wrong with him or the Expeditionary Team members such as Eren, but something must have gone wrong somewhere.
The Iron-blooded Hunter's gaze swept over the Expeditionary Team members, all of whom wore grave expressions—Eren, Armin, Sasha, Marco, Jean, Connie...
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