Lu Xiu stared in the direction she had faintly sensed the skill originating from, and her pretty face instantly tensed.
Finn had still been laughing wildly.
But soon, he realized something was wrong.
Lu Xiu kept looking in another direction.
He stopped laughing, frowned, and followed her gaze toward the solid stone wall, but saw nothing.
"What are you looking at?"
Finn's voice grew heavy.
It wasn't just Finn.
The worried viewers in the Nine Provinces livestream also keenly noticed the change in Lu Xiu's demeanor.
Whether she was first drawing Ornstein and Smough into action or later arriving at Sen's Fortress, Lu Xiu had been at ease—or, more precisely, relaxed.
Even when Ray and Enoch, those two Chosen Players, blocked her path, they could tell she was happy—
Yes, happy.
The players didn't know why she would feel happy.
But they could certainly sense her emotions. That was part of her charm.
Now, however, she was clearly unhappy.
Even a little angry.
The problem was that she didn't seem angry about Finn injuring her. It was strange.
The players couldn't understand it.
Meanwhile, inside the arena.
As Finn looked at Lu Xiu's tense face, a bad feeling began to rise in his chest.
He could clearly sense that the girl before him was different from before.
But he had no idea what she was up to, so he could only put those thoughts aside for now—in an ever-changing battlefield, giving the enemy time to act was a fatal mistake!
"What the hell are you looking at? Your opponent is right here!"
Finn assumed that overwhelmingly oppressive stance again.
Boom!
The stone slabs beneath his feet shattered again. His massive body shot forward like a cannonball, his terrifying punch carrying enough force to smash everything apart as he charged Lu