Chapter 1703: Chapter 1703

1703: Chapter 1699: The Infiltrator 1703: Chapter 1699: The Infiltrator “…..How did I get discovered?”

When Lu Ping’an’s will echoed in the depths of the sea, even those patrol Fishmen who didn’t understand the language of the Eastern Country showed surprised expressions.

But Lu Ping’an had a reason to ask that; in his current form, he had concealed all “fluctuations,” and theoretically, he should be untraceable.

However, upon hearing Lu Ping’an’s words, the gaze of those Fishmen and Snake Monsters turned upward, toward the small boat still floating above Lu’s head, the spot from which he had just leaped down…

Lu Ping’an clenched his fist with a crack, resolving to kill all Informed-persons; with them gone, the embarrassing history would naturally disappear.

The mechanical fist extended, but there was no response for a long while.

Lu Ping’an did not receive the reaction he wanted…

The rebellious girl couldn’t even be bothered to retort with a “I don’t have that thing”!

But, Lu Ping’an still had another move.

The young man puffed out his chest and tightened his abdomen, enhancing his curves…

Finally, there was a response.

But obviously, during such tomfoolery, the opponents wouldn’t disconnect or enter a narration break.

The patrolling squad closed in.

They treated this odd being with the highest protocol.

Sea Beasts as meat shields for restraining, high-level Fishmen armed with nets and harpoons ready to attack at any moment, and Mobile Horsemen swiftly circling around, seeking opportunities to strike.

This setup was a standard “Beast Hunting” tactic; leveraging the advantage underwater, even many Decree-level Masters have perished at the hands of this “ordinary patrol squad”.

“Children, behold my Little Fire.”

Lu Ping’an spread his hands, unleashing jets of black Flame.

Enveloping each of his ten fingers, the weird underwater blazes captivated as the seasoned Sea Knights didn’t hesitate to flee.

Common sense dictates that fire cannot exist underwater…

An Extraordinary capable of defying common sense was certainly not something these Fishmen could handle!

But it was already too late.

Lu Ping’an had spent a moment playing around but had actually locked onto all Life forms in the vicinity.

His fingers flicked rapidly, the cursed black sparks drawing various arcs, each finding their target.

Sea Beasts, Fishmen, Naga, and even a lurking Shadow Ray, all were sought by the Dark Fire, and were turned to ashes without even the ability to cry out.

Indeed, they had found a big fish, but clearly lacked the capability to reel it in.

Lu Ping’an dusted off his hands, turning those unlucky souls into black mud and ash.

His emotions showed no signs of disturbance; it was a battle of life and death after all.

Being enemy Races, they only met to battle to the death— the Weak perish, and the Strong survive…

Yet, Lu Ping’an stirred and stirred, transforming the ashen remains into a thick mud.

And with a casual squeeze, a strange Life form appeared before him.

Just by looking at its shape, it was akin to a doodle monster, a childlike “big fish.”

And if one were to sniff the air or use Life Perception, they could detect a combined scent of “Fishman,” “Sea Beast,” and “Naga.”

Casually crushing life and reshaping it, Lu was probably becoming less and less human.

“Little guy, swallow me up.”

The same words were spoken again, and this time the “Big Fish” was quite resolute, swiftly swimming over with only half a fin (crafted by Lu Ping’an) and gulped it down in one bite.

Then, the Big Fish began swimming, heading in the direction from which the patrol team had come.

And if someone were observing the life signals of the patrollers from behind, they would find that nothing had changed; the patrol team merely paused for a moment before moving forward again.

1872 (in Fishman language)” was this Big Fish’s name, and the “naming” by Lu Ping’an was enough to interfere with most Extraordinary perception and reconnaissance.

“Still, it probably won’t work on that thing…”

Lu Ping’an sighed, looked up at the sky, where the shadow was drawing closer; that thing was always a big trouble.

The fish swam swiftly, following the patrollers’ route, but it also brought Lu Ping’an into the defensive line of the Australian Fishmen.

Lu Ping’an’s mission was “reconnaissance”….

Faced with such a monster, a tentative attack had been made, but it achieved no effect.

Should he enter into a decisive battle, intelligence from all parties was a must; Lu Ping’an, possessing the Eye of Truth and an Undying Body, might be the perfect Peeper.

Only, the original mission was assigned to a team of three…

After learning they might have to confront that monster, the other two members had vanished without a trace.

Perhaps the higher-ups thought that with the protection of two seasoned combatants, Lu Ping’an could safely return even if something went wrong.

Did the higher-ups consider the possibility of a walkout?

Maybe they would be even happier if someone deserted; under normal circumstances, Lu Ping’an would naturally return…

but clearly, Lu Ping’an was not so typical.

perhaps only I can do…”

Lu Ping’an estimated that if he had anything stronger than that Eleventh-Tier monster, it was probably only these eyes.

And to actually discern something was not as easy as before; the best would be to find a suitable position, and for the monster to reveal more flaws.

1872” continued onward, but inside Lu Ping’an was compiling more intelligence.

Even if fighting was confirmed, the white light that devoured everything had to be dealt with.

Many Quasi-Gods raised doubts about what kind of secret art it could be…

but Lu Ping’an had a vague sense of a different truth, which was gradually being confirmed.

The use of white light clearly exhausted resources; out of eight claws, four had already been used up…

but it wouldn’t be long before It restored itself automatically.

Having ascertained this, Lu Ping’an more or less understood that it probably truly was the standard ability for “Feeding” and “Growth”…

Isn’t this just a basic feature of the “Gourmet” path?

What needed further verification were the conditions and range of the ability’s activation.

Lu Ping’an donned this suit of iron armor as a form of verification.

“If I’m not wrong, ‘Gluttonous Feast’ is actually a kind of life form’s instinct; the prerequisite for use is naturally ‘food,’ something that activates its hunger…”

This didn’t seem to have many restrictions, as the outside monster didn’t hesitate to eat even metal, houses, or Airships.

Yet, Lu Ping’an had some vague guesses.

“…When I see something I’ve never eaten, something unknown, I certainly wouldn’t dare put it in my mouth.

But some gourmets, when faced with the unseen, as long as they feel they can eat it, will take the chance to take a bite.”

Appetite is not limited…

but something that has been tasted and wasn’t good cannot summon their hunger a second time.

There has been verification; at first, the Floating Fleets of the West were eaten, but afterward, despite being within range, the Fleets were untouched.

There were also the drones from the East; a large number vanished the first time, but later on, there were no signs of disappearance.

Could it be that specific targets can only be consumed once?

Someone raised this possibility, but considering the flesh and blood bodies that vanished along with drones and Ships, Lu Ping’an knew it was overthinking; if the opponent had such a significant weakness, how could it be Eleventh Tier?

The most direct possibility is that the “Gourmet” path also has a similar trait, but it’s that “appetite” triggers various enhancements, and after a specific “menu item” is successfully consumed, one gains a higher level of reward.

“Let me see what your abilities really look like…”

This is Lu Ping’an’s current plan; if there is to be a counterattack, at least the essence of the opponent’s abilities must be understood.

Otherwise, once the battle starts, if a Fleet gets swallowed in one gulp, it would probably end there.

“The taste of steel may not be dreadful for it, but after eating so much metal these days, it should be tired of it, reducing the likelihood of it trigger any appetite…”

Lu Ping’an was gambling with his own survival, betting whether his guesses were correct.

“…It seems, I really guessed right.”

And Lu Ping’an, who had easily infiltrated the main island of Australia, gained important intelligence from the opponent’s “lack of reaction.”