Chen Long's face flushed slightly. He was arrogant by nature, looking down on everyone—but that did not mean he was stupid.
All his pride stemmed from his own strength, from his confidence in that strength.
Without his armament, he would already be dead. No—if the other party had not chosen to retreat, then even with his armament, he likely would not have survived.
Just one strike had nearly crippled him. He had almost passed out, his mind blank for several full seconds.
Whenever he thought back on it, his entire body shuddered with cold. And there was so much about that battle he could not understand.
Why had the other party vanished the moment he ducked behind a tree? Why had he suddenly appeared behind him without making the slightest sound?
At this moment, Chen Long's body was not the only thing that had been badly injured—his state of mind had been pierced clean through as well.
A trace of fear inevitably surfaced in his eyes. In such a short time, he had no way to absorb or digest that chill.
Seeing Chen Long's condition, a strange look flashed through Luo Yu's eyes. It seemed the target had dealt him quite a blow. She was familiar with that look—it was the look of someone who had taken a stroll through Ghost Gate Pass.
Thinking of this, Luo Yu could not help but grow curious. What exactly had the target done to leave such a huge psychological shadow on that brat Chen Long?
She knew the young man was arrogant.
In fact, anyone who could become a Level One warrior was bound to be proud.
After all, they were one in ten thousand.
Coupled with their elevated status, it was inevitable for their mentality to become unbalanced for a time. There