The masked man walked calmly toward the large red stone slab under everyone's gaze, his teammates following closely behind and looked nervously towards slab. He drew out a spear and took a stance to throw it.
"Senior, shouldn't you use a treasure before attacking?" the girl who had received a technique from him asked with concern. She thought he was being far too overconfident.
The masked man simply gave her a calm look, still holding his throwing stance without looking at her.
"No. I'm not trash who relies on external objects to win—even if it kills me," he said evenly.
Everyone around heard him. Qing Na pouted, Mui Ling glared at him in irritation, while Wang Ming looked at him with renewed interest. The spear suddenly emitted a yellow hue, radiating a dangerous aura—similar to the one from Mui Ling's pill-boosted attack, except his came without any aid or trick.
