If Lu Ping'an could, he would wish for more tranquil days like this one.
Especially when he found a new toy.
"Yo, what an exciting fight, one high-ranked third-tier, one... fourth-tier? Tsk, the one being pressed down is actually fourth-tier, but the third-tier seems a bit unstable and it seems that his ability is somewhat special, and also somewhat familiar."
In the restaurant, a duel... a death struggle was underway.
On one side was a young boxer wearing a ghost mask, on the other, a mid-aged, bearded warrior with fourth-tier dual silver armguards.
The former, clad in leather, had punches as swift as the wind, following a fierce and resolute artillery approach. Though only third-tier, he vaguely held the upper hand and took the initiative.
The latter, dressed in old-fashioned cloth, was more defensive, but each time his fists and arms collided, they would trigger some strange device in his armguards that emitted strikes likened to the tearing of the atmosphere.
