Lin Ao sat slowly and calmly on the cruise ship, gazing at the ocean. Occasionally, he would pick out suitable monsters for a small five-person battle, aiming to gain combat experience and cultivate his impulse to slaughter.
Combat isn't a verbal exchange; it's a beautiful way of confrontation. Only through harsh fights, injuries, and blood, can one grow. Otherwise, you're just a flower in a greenhouse.
Therefore, even when the economic landscape of the competition law faced the danger of collapse, Lin didn't become arrogant.
At first, the fifth method was inexpensive, but later on, it turned to a brutal competition approach, especially with the fifth method adopting intelligence and quick wit, being able to vie with the enemy amidst applause.
"That's right."
Lin Shuhao suddenly remembered there was a piece of mysterious rainy sky in his pocket. He wanted to find the Soul Treasure but got distracted looking at it, which delayed time.
