Chapter 1055: Chapter 1055

1055: Chapter 1041: The Equation of Victory 1055: Chapter 1041: The Equation of Victory “Boom!”

The collision of fists created a ground-shaking explosion.

Steel armor protected the vulnerable flesh, but at this moment, a qualitative difference appeared between the two sets of armor.

With a scream, fragments tore apart, and the multi-limbed martial monk, holding his seventh limb, wailed in pain.

“…It seems that sometimes having too many hands, with too sensitive senses, isn’t necessarily a good thing.”

Lu Ping’an’s “limbs” were also damaged to a certain extent, but unlike his opponent, he wouldn’t feel any pain even if the Magical Vine was severed.

The upright “Killer Ant” went into frenzy, its four-meter-tall massive body moving with deft insanity…

Lu Ping’an had already noticed that the most dangerous thing about this “martial monk” was its extremely high reflex and sensitivity.

Eight arms like eight simultaneously controlled deadly weapons, its completely “insectized” body was not only uncomfortable to behold but also possessed overwhelming physical force and high-speed reflexes to match!

Another head-on clash, his protruding mouth’s two large insect teeth constantly snapped at the air with evident hatred and predatory desire, with Lu Ping’an in its compound eyes as its designated target to kill.

“…It’s just, lacking a bit of flavor.”

Facing the monster of Mortal’s nightmares, face to face with imminent malice and murderous intent, Lu Ping’an was a bit distracted.

He had faced Giant Beasts and Giants not once or twice, even getting used to avoiding their brute force and finding blind spots to counterattack, but this time it was a little different.

Huge limbs, abnormally hard exoskeletons, muscles exceeding mortal limits, altogether formed an invincible arm of brute strength…

and he had eight such arms!

And it wasn’t just brute strength, each one had the martial monk’s traits, with “Heavy-boxing,” “Fast Fist,” and “Shock Fist.”

Amongst the exclamations of the spectators, it was a true killing machine, an unstoppable frontal monster, but…

Lu Ping’an struggled to hold back, and then openly scoffed in the face of his opponent.

The enraged insect-man grew even larger, determined to tear the little man in front of him to shreds.

But this time, the collision of fists led to the giant limbs shattering directly.

And then, they turned to rubble.

After the clashing fists, the insect-man’s brute force was directly broken, and his other punches were “just so” blocked by those golden and silver arms.

The infamous fugitive from the North Continent, “Killer Ant,” now covered his two Broken Hands, rolling on the ground in pain.

His other limbs flailed wildly, like a giant beetle that flipped over and couldn’t get up.

His opponent, the calm young man, just silently bowed his head, placing his hand on the forehead of his opponent…

“I give up, I give up!

The once-arrogant Northland’s Killer King now was no different from a frightened petty crook.

Thus, Lu Ping’an’s fourth battle ended, and the “Killer Ant,” who had made various throat-slitting gestures before the match, was directly defeated head-on.

“The victor has emerged, it’s still Lu Ping’an!

He doesn’t even show signs of fatigue.

Let’s ask, will you continue…”

His tone was flat, not even joyful for the victory, as if all this were a matter of course.

But only the arm beneath the armor, which was bleeding, betrayed that he was not as at ease as he appeared.

“Insectization” is not uncommon among Beastifications, and while often not well received, it possesses extremely frightening practical combat traits and potential.

The “Killer Ant” in question was actually just a third-tier late stage with some Decree-level traits.

Still, in the eyes of the Deity, it likely corresponded to a standard combat power above the fifth tier.

And in actual combat, the “compound Fast Fist” like a machine-gun, the “Multi-blade” like a multi-armed Goddess of Mercy…

Of course, and the hardware condition and terrifying strength from the Exotic Species posed the greatest threat.

But clearly, compared to Lu Ping’an’s “Kinetic Energy Non-Conservation,” it wasn’t enough.

Without the accumulation of the first three fights, Lu Ping’an couldn’t have executed such perfect force.

If it were before coming here, it’s likely his own arm would have been the first to shatter from such an outburst.

“…Phew, finally time for a break.”

Having finished his fourth match, Lu Ping’an didn’t even glance at the accumulating bonus amount as he impulsively continued with another all-in and returned to his resting area.

Even for him, after fighting four matches in a row, he needed a good rest.

“How long can I rest?”

“Lunch break plus the additional two matches, probably two to three hours.”

“Alright, let’s treat the wounds and review the match.”

Previously, after taking a stroll, Lu Ping’an had formed his own “team.”

Now, he could enjoy being “fed” while having his wounds bandaged and reviewing the footage of the previous match.

In the footage, it was the third game where he struggled with the “Reverse Walker,” who actually gave Lu Ping’an quite a bit of trouble.

He was a high-speed leg technique master…

in a sense, he had some overlap with Lu Ping’an’s occupational traits, but his Runner Path was at least fifth-tier.

His basic speed and reflexes surpassed Lu Ping’an’s limits, and even though Lu Ping’an’s eyes could catch him, he still found it difficult to grasp him using the Magical Vine’s reflexes.

That game was actually the most time-consuming, with the opponent’s high-level Runner traits (integrated into the Fighter system) and a suspected Talent Ability for Short-range Teleportation, which made it very uncomfortable for Lu Ping’an.

In the end, he won by brute-forcing through with a combination of wide-range attacks and high defense and offense.

And since he had to move on to the fourth match right after the third, he only now had the chance to review the battle.

is actually a trick, it should be Magnetic Walker.

Look at his wristbands, his anklets; he’s using props to accelerate himself, and his attacks impart ‘magnetism’ on the opponent.

When you try to grab him, it’s actually your magnetism pushing him away, resulting in that auto-evading effect.”

Now, Lu Ping’an finally understood why the opponent’s “speed” was so abnormal.

“…Isn’t this a bit late to find out?”

“It’s not too late, at least now you know how to deal with it…

Besides, didn’t this style of battle bring you any gains?”

Lu Ping’an pondered for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

If it weren’t for the tormenting ordeal from the Reverse Walker, which instinctively made Lu Ping’an control his “effort” and “precision,” constantly tempering his control over his body in actual combat, he wouldn’t have won against the Killer Ant in the fourth match so comfortably.

He could feel himself steadily improving with each battle, and most importantly, he was progressively discovering his own “victory formula.”

Not long ago, Big Cat had said:

“Lu Ping’an, have you realized that there are battles you actually shouldn’t have won?

To put it precisely, even you don’t know how you won.”

Does victory require a formula or calculation?

Lu Ping’an initially thought it wasn’t necessary, as he was accustomed to seizing opportunities and targeting opponents…

but that’s actually the fighting style of the Weak, a privilege enjoyed by the Strong in battle.

As a “Weaker,” lacking a battle (sure-win) method, one has to wait for the opponent to make a move before countering, handing over the initiative to the opponent.

As a “Strongman,” possessing resources and strength far beyond the opponent’s, one can afford to give away the first move and initiative, relying on a much richer foundation to turn the battle around.

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Are you sure that’s a good thing?”

Of course, that’s not a good thing, after all, it’s a passive approach giving the initiative to the opponent.

With increasing battle experience, Lu Ping’an became increasingly aware that many high-order professionals, strongmen, and even high-level demonized beings all have their own “victory formulas.”

They tailor their battle methods to their own hardware conditions, combat experience, and available resources, constantly accumulating their advantages in actual battles to secure final victory.

Take the white Colonel, for instance; his ace was the deadly “poison blade” of Latecomer First, but his greatest resource accumulation was actually his many years of experience in forest combat.

That’s why he primarily employed traps, patiently whittling down his opponent, or magnifying their arrogance and negligence until delivering a lethal blow.

And the “Reverse Walker,” with his high-speed and powerful attacks—now that it’s been analyzed, the most dangerous aspect turned out to be those “magnetic” boots…

“Tsk, no wonder the kicks hurt so much; my armor is all cracked.”

Looking at the craftsmen hastily working overtime to repair the armor, Lu Ping’an felt a pang of pain.

“Actually, he must be suffering more, right?

Normally, even a Decree-level magical being would be kicked to death by him.”

The Reverse Walker’s attacks involved using “magnetism” to speed up and slow down, continually amassing magnetism inside the opponent’s body before the Knight’s kick detonated everything…

it’s just that he detonated at least twice and saw Ping’an only break his armor, the poor sod must be feeling distressed and questioning life.

As for his most recent opponent?

“Er, leveraging the natural advantage of a dominant species to suppress the opponent, using multiple arms, high defense, and regeneration to exchange blows, and then tearing the opponent apart…

that sounds way too familiar.”

“Nonsense, isn’t that exactly how you used to fight?”

At this, Lu Ping’an understood everything.

When warriors of the same type met, it was naturally the stronger one who won without a doubt, with the loser standing no chance at all.

“So, what exactly is my victory formula…”