At this point, no one could deny Lu Yin's strength. He truly had the qualifications to fight one of the Ten Arbiters head-on.
Lance's achievement as one of the Ten Arbiters had not relied on Void Palm, but merely on Stacked Power. Lu Yin was already strong enough to firmly take a seat among the Ten Arbiters. However, what he needed most now was to defeat Lance.
Yet Lance still seemed like a mystery. Unless he figured out how Lance could counterattack so quickly, Lu Yin could not win.
He could endure Void Palm head-on to observe the flaws in this battle technique and do everything possible to counterattack, steering the battle toward an irreversible victory. But if he could not see through Lance's depths, no matter how hard he tried, Lance would soon turn the tables.
He looked at Lance and suddenly remembered something. "That was your innate gift just now."
Lance panted heavily. Every time he breathed, the palmprint on his chest recovered slightly. "My innate gift is blocking the sensation of pain."
Lu Yin's pupils contracted, and his face paled.
Blocking the sensation of pain seemed like a useless innate gift. It could neither attack nor defend. But for people like them, who excelled at fighting with their physical strength, this innate gift was far too powerful.
Pain was the body's instinctive protection. Only by feeling pain could one know the limits of what the body could endure. Once pain was felt, no matter how firm one's will was, one's actions would still be restricted. This was the body's instinctive reaction, and it could not be avoided.
In battle, the slightest carelessness could become the key to victory or defeat.
By blocking the sensation of pain, one removed that restriction. No matter how seriously one was injured,