Lu Mingfei walked forward, calculating as he went.
The weaknesses Senior Brother He had revealed did not really seem like weaknesses. The prerequisite for exploiting them was being able to trade blows with the opponent. If he could not even survive a single exchange, what use were they?
Judging by the speed Dead Servant He Xiaomeng had displayed before, Lu Mingfei felt that he probably could not beat it.
He reached the entrance to that circular arena again. Candle flames flickered in the distance, their orange halos brightening and dimming against the rock walls like some deep-sea creature breathing slowly. That enormous coffin still lay in the middle of the arena, its lid still shut, the thing inside still asleep.
Lu Mingfei stood at the entrance and took a deep breath.
Then he suddenly sprinted forward.
Who said you had to fight a boss when you encountered one? Those speedrunning pros always went around what they could and dodged what they could, right? A monster that could one-shot you in a single exchange might just be some high-level mob at the entrance to the beginner village, meant to make you take a detour!
Could he not just slip past while it was still lying in its coffin?
Lu Mingfei charged forward in long strides. His footsteps exploded across the stone floor of the circular arena, thud thud thud thud, like a rapid drumbeat.
He did not dare look back at the coffin. There was only one thought in his mind: faster, even faster!
He felt as though he had returned to his long-distance running training at Kassel College. Teacher Little Red would chase after them while breathing fire, and if he was not careful, his hair would get singed—or he would get bitten.
Back then, he had thought there was