Saint Lucca faced Ling Zhan with an arrogant, overbearing look on his face.
He seemed to disdain and look down on this Freelancer.
Yet right from the start, he had already unleashed his ultimate move.
Martial intent so powerful that ripples and distortions spread through the space around him whirled over his body like a tornado.
The corners of his eyes split wide. Other than his golden pupils, the whites of his eyes had been entirely swallowed by scarlet blood vessels.
Saint Lucca transformed from a frail royal prince into a martial monstrosity as massive as a small mountain.
Merely standing there gave people the feeling of Mount Tai bearing down upon them—an invincible presence.
Like a peerlessly vicious weapon of slaughter!
"Damn..."
"He's practically a monster!"
Then they looked at that Jobless Freelancer...
This time, he did not remain standing still.
Only...
The combat stance he assumed made every spectator frown in confusion.
"Huh..."
"What kind of stance is that?"
They saw the Jobless Freelancer slowly step forward with his left foot into an empty stance, while his left arm extended forward with an upright palm.
His right arm bent at the elbow, palm resting at his waist.
His entire body was taut, his waist and stance fused as one.
The posture looked like a flashy, empty form deliberately performed in some martial arts TV drama.
They could not even sense the slightest ripple of a skill being activated from him!
Yet when Ling Zhan performed those movements, they somehow possessed a pleasing beauty.
"Wait!"
"Does he seriously think he can defeat Prince Saint Lucca with nothing but that flashy, empty form?"
"That's no different from courting death!"
"I really don't know whether to call him stupid or brain-damaged! Bringing out this 'kung fu' that was eliminated who knew