The Fighter in front of him was still dressed in white as before, looking calm and ethereal.
However, the faint red bands around his waist and right arm were leftover traces from their last encounter, and the fatigue on his face could not be concealed.
Around his waist, there was a pair of stone-made gloves... or rather, petrified taboo weapons.
His entire left side was covered in a layer of gray skin, seemingly a product of some sort of curse.
"Huh? Not in good shape?"
"...Yes, I just ran into Keke. She's... a bit troublesome, very troublesome..."
Keke, one of the remaining third-tier professionals, seemed to have a second-tier profession as a "Sculptor." Lu Ping'an understood now.
Lu Ping'an sighed, he was somewhat disappointed that Wang Hai was not in good condition.
"... Although my situation is terrible, there's no problem sending a first-tier scoundrel who attacks from the shadows out the door."
Well, it seemed that Wang Hai still held a grudge.
