How Am I Still Alive?

"Why is this happening?"

Facing the cheers and calls of the audience, Louis Tinment was in a daze.

Now forty-seven years old, he is in his prime. It is not like he has never seen new recruits on the market. He once challenged the evil beasts that devoured the city in foreign lands, and also won the favor of a city-state in a duel before the gods.

He has experienced countless battlefields and has naturally faced countless disadvantages and desperate situations.

Hostility or support from mere bystanders? That's not the case at all.

But at this moment, he still doubted whether he was getting old

"Have a safe road! Have a safe road!"

Among the spectators on the outside, countless flags had the name of this once unknown man written on them.

"All my belongings are weighing on you. Beat that middle-aged man to death."

Someone bluntly shouted out their reasons for support.

"Fifth level? So what about fifth level?! Haven't you beaten level seven before?!"

All kinds of exaggerated words and hostile looks made him more and more uncomfortable. And this discomfort itself triggered his "spirituality" and made him even more uneasy.

He is not a person who is afraid of trouble, and he is not a person who has not faced malice and hostility. Even if the independent environment of the entire world is his enemy, he has not been shaken.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong"

But at this moment, Louis, a powerful fifth-level monk, whose profession was proud of his high spirituality and high mental power, told him that the current situation was not good.

".What's going on."

"It always felt like something was wrong, as if I had accidentally entered the mouth of an evil beast."

"The same is true for the duels along the way. Sometimes it goes smoothly, and sometimes... it's..."

The middle-aged warrior looked up at the sky, and he could vaguely feel countless eyes looking at him. The malice in them was undisguised, but what was more deadly was...

". General trend? Curse? Me."

At this moment, he finally realized.

"boom!"

Awakening, he suddenly completed the explosion.

A golden halo overflowed around him, and the restrained aura of the past exploded. This seemingly peaceful middle-aged man instantly turned into a ferocious beast.

Wasting your strength like a rookie? But at this moment, Louis felt like he was doing the right thing, and it wasn't enough.

"I, Louis Dinment, have experienced hundreds of high-level battlefields, and at least thirty rule-level battles. I have returned alive. I have made meritorious deeds in every battle. Perhaps I cannot be called a real god-killer. A miracle, but at least I have faced an alien evil god before."

The explosive momentum and powerful force gave him enough confidence and attracted a lot of attention.

And soon, he could feel that his situation had changed. He felt that everything was changing, twisting and getting better.

"Do you feel like the situation is getting better? Is there really such a thing as a 'general trend' in this damn secret realm?"

In fact, he could not understand the true rules of this secret realm, but as a high-level monk, his wild intuition still allowed him to take the most helpful action.

His behavior of showing off his force and military exploits worked, and more and more people "chosen" him, increasing his luck and making him more confident, until...

"Is it worth being proud to face gods?"

The boy's voice echoed back and forth throughout the world, and a figure that was much taller than expected slowly walked out.

He just walked silently, but everyone around him would run away frantically, as if a demon was approaching.

Mortals don't even dare to look directly at him

reason? Perhaps it was the two heads hanging on the wooden stake behind him.

One was covered in patches, like a makeshift doll, and the other was completely charred, as if it had just been taken out of the stove.

These two things, which looked like garbage, were exuding strange "hate" at this moment. It was the fear and hatred of two real golden men when they were about to die.

They were once extremely powerful and stood above all living beings, but now they are just trophies for their sworn enemies, tools used to show off their power and achievements.

That resentment and unwillingness, combined with the remaining bloodline and curse, turned into extraordinary power and a fear that mortals simply could not resist.

At this moment, even Louis, who was ready for a fight to the death, subconsciously took a step back.

".Can't retreat!"

At this time, he no longer cared about the consequences of showing off his timidity.

The "Courage Mantra" of his professional ability turned into a golden oath covering his body, but when he looked at Lu Ping'an, caught between fantasy and reality, he was still just a poor doll struggling in the hands of the giant.

He does not have the "ability" to get rid of "fear".

The young man shook his head, showing his helpless and sad mood.

"It's so pathetic, I have to be serious"

His words revealed the reality that from the beginning, he had no opponent in his eyes.

He was even sympathizing with the poor guy opposite him, sympathizing with the unfortunate guy who was forced by the situation to face his complete self.

"I, I have faced evil gods before, I have never backed down, I won't."

Louis repeated the results he was proud of, used "mantras" to strengthen his "morale", and performed strong autosuggestion to resist the opponent's "aura of fear".

However, those words made Lu Pingping laugh.

"Is it enough to be proud when facing the evil god? Haha."

He laughed and shook his head, but did not stop.

He walked towards his opponent, calmly and slowly, like a daily walk.

In Louis' eyes, every step stepped on his heart, making him extremely uncomfortable and thinking uncomfortably...

"Run away, there's no shame in it. After all, you're just a poor guy who prides himself on 'facing God'"

Naked humiliation, ridicule of the highest record that a professional is proud of, almost denying its value of existence, but at this moment, Louis felt cold all over.

As an unlucky guy facing "fear", in his spiritual perception, he has entered a dead end, and he has been grasped in the palm of his hand.

".I, even on the most desperate battlefield, I never gave up."

He once again faced the endless sea of ​​fear with his true words, and the moment he waved his desperate fist at the boy, he heard an even more desperate "truth".

"Not retreating in the face of God, not bad. Old senior, but if this is the upper limit of your energy, then I know why you are my warm-up opponent."

The violent fist was slowly pressed down by an open palm, Lu Pingan still had a gentle smile.

"Is it something to be proud of just facing the evil god? Hey, from today on, maybe you will have a more proud record."

The young man seems to have some respect for his seniors? He said sincerely to his senior:

"After all, you punched me

".Punched at me as the God Slayer."

Calmly, the young man just pushed and patted gently.

"Boom!"

Louis, who was slapped to the ground and unconscious, didn't know if he heard the second half.

Lu Ping'an didn't even look at it, he just looked at the master of ceremonies in the sky and urged.

"Next."