The afternoon battles were a world apart from those in the morning.
"Again."
Lu Ping'an silently approached his opponent, constantly whipping him back with consecutive attacks. Even the sturdiest defense crumbled under the onslaught of his hammer's relentless strikes.
"...Just go away."
The moment the opponent's weapon got knocked away and their defense shattered, Lu Ping'an had already let go.
With a casual flick of his wrist, the forgotten battle ax had claimed another victory.
But he didn't feel the sensation of striking his opponent as they disappeared in a flash of light.
At this point in time, as long as they had any lives remaining, getting injured was absolutely unacceptable... No, even with their last life, it was best to avoid injury to prevent being penalized for healing charges.
Despite winning, Lu Ping'an didn't feel at ease, knowing the next match would come quickly.
