Chapter 1093: Chapter 1093

1093: Chapter 179 The Real Rival 1093: Chapter 179 The Real Rival “Just this?”

Lu Ping’an calmly delivered a triple dose of mockery, yet every word was utterly true.

Looking down at the opponent beneath him, who was a picture of unease, Lu Ping’an was genuinely puzzled.

“…Has the Domineering Three Faces made a mistake?

Is this really my most difficult opponent?”

The “Martial Fight” of the Domineering Three Faces arranged the most “difficult” opponents for the later stages, based on the rules of fate.

Considering that the last one, Eve, was designated by Lu himself, he initially thought that the Li Family Brothers would be his toughest and strongest opponents in a fight to the death.

“On paper, two sixth-tier…”

But now, as the fight began, Lu indeed resorted to his killstreak.

However, it strangely felt like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

The opponent was probably indeed sixth-tier, but just the standard template of sixth-tier…

As Lu observed his opponent, Li Zhen, he sighed, not bothering to conceal his disappointment.

It was like expecting the boss to be super tough, leveling up to 999 just ten miles away, then going all out with consumables and ultimate moves, only to have the boss laying down within ten seconds, leaving a subtle sense of emptiness.

“You, you guys, are not even on par with those two professional mercenaries…”

Lu did not insult his opponent; it was just the truth.

Those two strongmen were at the peak commandment level and were pure combatants.

If they were encountered in the wild, they could have indeed posed a threat to Lu Ping’an.

Did the deity make a mistake?

Or were my own expectations too high…

And at that moment, seeing the disappointed look on Lu Ping’an’s face, Li Fan was also filled with unease.

He was a Saint, no doubt, but the Church of the Lady of the Forest had too many internal factions, and each independent Church had its Saints.

He was only one of the many alternate Saints at headquarters…

For “alternate high-level” individuals like them, it was only at the moment of becoming a true rule-level that they would be considered real high-level and core members.

Even though he was sixth-tier, for someone fed with resources and privileges like him, advancing to rule-level was extraordinarily difficult, and there was a reason why he was being force-fed…

I may indeed be unworthy to stand before you.”

The sixth-tier confessed its inadequacies before a fourth-tier, and Li Fan was now certain, the young man before him was no lesser than any “adult” in the Church, all bound to step into the rule-level sooner or later.

He already possessed methods of the rule-level, and his “Tool Man” self, in terms of absolute strength, seemed indeed unable to keep up.

Perhaps in the professional system, he was ahead…

but both of them had much that went beyond the professional system.

After all their enhancements, the supposed boundaries of fourth-tier and sixth-tier didn’t matter anymore.

If it were outside, if he could use abilities beyond his fighting series, he could still rely on the advantage of multiple sixth-tier professions, to press with hardware.

Now, all he could bring into play was a “Sixth-tier (Variable Race) Beastman Fighter,” and with his brother Li Zhen’s support ineffective, it seemed indeed that there was no grounds for comparison between the two.

The indoctrination from within the Church also made him understand the immense difficulty of what Lu Ping’an was attempting.

That arm of his, which was god-like and demonic, was a composite of several fourth-tier and above career abilities, crafted around the life system as “Extraordinary Life Synthesis”…

As long as Lu Ping’an completed this challenge, truly synthesizing a rule-level creature, he would naturally step into the rule-level himself.

It was as if he had already determined his project and research direction as a “developer,” and just needed time to fill in the material, eventually harvesting his “results.”

“…Creating a rule-level creature is the core feature of a rule-level life system.

I never expected you to be so young…”

And at this moment, despite being pushed into a corner, Li Fan grew calm.

Once he realized that the opponent before him was beyond his capabilities, everything became acceptable.

“…Then, I must resort to my alternate strategy.

And that person, they are not as easy to talk to as we are.”

As he spoke, he fiercely pressed a switch on a ring he wore, and spikes emerged from his limbs and neck, as copious amounts of blood and cracks appeared at the same time.

Intended patterns emerged on his body, rewriting his “constitution” once more.

And this time, it was Lu Ping’an who recognized….

“Spiritual embodiment physique?

Is that even possible?!”

Right before Lu Ping’an’s eyes, the man’s physique was directly rewritten, and the cat-like spiritual embodiment physique appeared before him.

Well, by this point, Lu Ping’an also knew what he had to face.

“You are Arkur,” he said.

And at this time, Li Fan’s brother, Li Zhen, also spoke the “True Words.”

The True Words remodeled Li Fan’s physique, transforming it into that of a specific “person.”

The spiritualized physique, plus the clearly body and soul-altering “True Words,” turned him into the most suitable “Saint.”

Clearly, from the very beginning, this was the reason they could consume so many resources; they were given priority training, and if they could really break through, it would be a good thing, but if not, they were also a very useful Tool Man, a strategic tool that could burst forth when necessary.

His body gradually swelled, as if the entity he was summoning was a big one.

Be careful, Arkur, ‘King Kui’ Arkur is a ninth-order Quasi-God…”

Although Big Cat was saying to be careful, there was a sense of relaxation and a trace of fear in his words.

After all, if it were truly the Lady of the Forest who was descending, they would probably already be in a time of flight.

But now, it seemed there was still a fight to be had…

the two brothers, one outside and one inside, had definitively completed the transformation of their bodies, turning into the most fitting “God’s Descent vessel.”

Watching the pillar of light descending from the Secret Realm above, Lu Ping’an stroked his chin.

Perhaps this was his real opponent, a formidable foe he was ill-equipped to face.

Within the splendid column of light, with the sacred light swirling faintly, “Mr.

Quasi-God” was breaking through the Secret Realm’s restrictions, arriving at this half-plane.

A disgruntled snort, the master of this plane was even less pleased with such an intruder.

Ordinary people going out was one thing, even Rule-level beings entering wouldn’t draw Its attention, but a foreign Quasi-God…

Domineering Three Faces certainly had reason to be discontent.

But now, Its festival had reached the final second ring, intercepting it would mean the ceremony couldn’t be completed.

So, after expressing displeasure, It ultimately let the beam of light fall, although the “brightness” was clearly reduced a notch.

This was the so-called “Dignity of Deities”; the Secret Realm was their Earthly Divine Kingdom, they allowed Mortals and even Rule-level beings to come and go as usual, but if it were the will of a Quasi-God or True Gods, it would arouse their hostility…

it’s like a country that won’t refuse tourists from another nation but would explode in an instant if invaded by a foreign legion.

Mere “diminution” was already Domineering Three Faces showing great restraint.

Is this what they call shooting oneself in the foot?”

Watching his opponent “Transform” right before him, Lu Ping’an was somewhat amused yet frustrated.

If it were before the negotiations, he would have struck without hesitation, killing during the God’s Descent process, but now, doing so would likely render the earlier negotiations futile, as the injured Quasi-God’s spirit body would probably come to hunt him down personally.

But, not reaching eighth-tier, well, after being diminished by Domineering Three Faces, seventh-tier feels quite a stretch, probably the strength of a Quasi-rule…”

Watching the man before him complete his physical transformation, from a fair-faced young man into a muscular figure, Lu Ping’an dared not take him lightly.

Lu knew that at this level of power, the strength itself actually wasn’t as important; who wielded the power was what truly mattered.

This was indeed Lu Ping’an’s toughest hurdle, and it was almost his fatal crisis, as this time, it was indeed a Quasi-God watching him.

“Hello, heir of Kerdalais.

Perhaps you should call me Uncle-Master,” said the muscular man, smilingly questioning Lu Ping’an.

And with that opening remark, even Lu Ping’an found it hard to respond.