"Open."
The silver-white battle-axe, held with just one hand, gently flicked and transformed into a silver light.
Wherever the blade reached, the rusted animated armor froze.
Before it even hit the ground, it split in mid-air directly into two halves.
"Bzzt!"
Since it didn't see blood, the bloodthirsty battle-axe seemed unsatisfied, emitting a low hum.
It took more than 10 minutes for the previous battle, but now, Lu Ping'an felt increasingly subtle as he needed just a single blow.
What's even more subtle was...
"...Is my luck really that bad? It's still animated armor the second time."
But there's no use dwelling on it, as facts are facts.
Lu Ping'an couldn't afford to give up during his second trial.
With a flick of his thumb and index finger, the nearly 1.7-meter long two-handed battleaxe spun and smashed onto the ground.
It seemed like an instinct, from fingertips to joints, from footwork to rhythm of exertion, even though it was his first time using it.
