It Seemed Fate Had Its Eye on Him

After one round of fighting, he had still gained quite a bit of combat experience.

If they excluded the infuriating trash talk from the other side, then they had benefited greatly from this training session.

Luo Ping knelt on the ground, both hands braced against the floor as he panted heavily.

He had reached his limit.

Every part of his body hurt terribly. His stamina was completely drained, and even his Weird energy had long since been exhausted repairing his body.

Instinctively, he reached through the bond of the contract, asking his Weird for more Weird energy.

However, a contract went both ways. There was a limit to how much Weird energy the other party could share with him, since it also needed Weird energy to sustain itself.

Moreover, this restriction existed because Contract Anomalists might not be able to withstand so much Weird energy after forming a contract.

Even just a portion of it had already stopped many people in their tracks.

Huang Bei was lying on the ground as well.

Dead Sacrifice had long been recalled. Feeling the depleted Weird energy within his body, he could not help but smile bitterly.

Too strong.

The other side had not even used any abilities or summoned a Weird.

Relying solely on that powerful body tempered countless times by Weird energy, along with exceptional combat skills, he had pushed the two of them to their limits.

Was this the strength of an A-rank Contract Anomalist?

Why did it feel like the gap was not merely two ranks, but an enormous chasm that made him hesitate from afar, impossible to cross?

Was the difference between C-rank and A-rank really that great?

"Get up!"

"What, are you giving up already?"

Third Prince flicked up a small pebble with his foot, then sent it