Several veterans of the Supreme Convoy stood with Cheng Hu, but their attacks were all blocked by Luo Fan's companions.
Luo Fan felt quite reassured and happy.
In the apocalypse, humanity had fallen, and deception and betrayal were commonplace, but he now had a group of companions he could trust.
After all, when it came down to it, his feud with the Supreme Convoy was a private matter that had nothing to do with the other members of the Hope Convoy.
Yet these companions had sided with him without the slightest hesitation, decisively blocking the Supreme Convoy's other Sequence Users for him.
"So your level isn't that high after all. The claims on the forum exaggerated your strength."
Leaving aside the other Sequence Users, who had all been intercepted, Cheng Hu sent Luo Fan flying seven or eight meters back with a single punch, his feet scraping two long trails across the ground. Cheng Hu's eyes lit up as he spoke in delighted surprise.
Whatever else might be true, at least his strength overwhelmed Luo Fan's, didn't it?
So he had a chance to turn things around.
Luo Fan said nothing in response.
After all, his opponent belonged to a third-tier melee sequence, whereas he belonged to a third-tier assassination type sequence and was only Lv31.
It was entirely reasonable that he was no match for Cheng Hu in a contest of raw strength.
Strike while your enemy was vulnerable.
Having confirmed that his strength far exceeded Luo Fan's, Cheng Hu regained his confidence and charged toward him with great strides.
At the same time, his body rapidly expanded, as though assuming a cosmic form, transforming into a giant dozens of meters tall in the blink of an eye.
Looking at Cheng Hu's enormous body, Luo Fan raised a hand,