C11 Are You Guys Going to Fight or Not?

Lin Luo was swiftly paired with an opponent.

His adversary was the Great Sage Equalling Injustice, boasting a record of zero wins, zero losses, and zero draws—a newcomer.

Upon seeing Lin Luo's record, the Great Sage was dumbfounded for a full three seconds.

He hadn't anticipated encountering such a rival right off the bat in the War Net.

The setting shifted to an arena, with a sparse crowd of spectators scattered across the stands—onlookers with time to kill.

In the War Net, classes were assigned automatically.

Psionic Warriors were categorized into four primary classes based on their Spiritual Energy traits.

The Great Sage Equalling Injustice opted for heavy armor.

Lin Luo, on the other hand, didn't choose any class. He stood in the center of the arena, unarmed.

A shadow of irritation crossed the Great Sage's face.

There were those in the War Net who fought with their bare hands—formidable individuals who, with their immense Spiritual Energy, could easily overpower their foes. For them, selecting a class was more of a hindrance.

Yet Lin Luo's record was 249 losses, no wins, no draws.

And there he was, stepping onto the stage with nothing but his fists.

What emboldened him?

The audience couldn't help but chuckle.

"Brother Fearless, you always had such a unique flair."

"That's classic Brother Fearless for you."

They had grown accustomed to his antics.

Brother Fearless cycled through different classes, though he had yet to claim victory in any match.

But this was his first time entering the fray unarmed.

Was this the surprise everyone had been whispering about?

Or had Brother Fearless mastered some formidable new combat skill?

The Great Sage Equalling Injustice was seething.

As the battle commenced, he thrust his two-meter shield forward, a veritable bastion of metal.

With a cold smirk, he resolved to let Lin Luo strike him, standing his ground.

But to his astonishment, Lin Luo swiftly backpedaled, showing no intention of launching an attack.

The Great Sage was taken aback.

Lin Luo wasn't attacking at all.

Originally a Marksman, the Great Sage had viewed this match as a light-hearted diversion after seeing Lin Luo's record, confident of an easy win.

But Lin Luo wasn't playing by the expected rules.

Now, the Great Sage found himself unable to move with his usual agility.

He could only take hits passively.

There was no way he could launch an offensive.

Lin Luo stood at a distance, closely watching his opponent.

Having merged with the Intercolumnar Cells, his body was filled with an immense amount of chakra. His speed, strength, perception, and healing abilities had all skyrocketed to a terrifying degree.

Even without any knowledge of Ninjutsu, he could easily claim victory.

But as a ninja, gathering intelligence, devising tactics, and quick strategic thinking were crucial—these were the factors that decided the outcome of a fight.

These skills were honed through the experience gained in battle after battle.

So, even in a fight that he could easily win, Lin Luo approached it with the utmost seriousness, seeking to gain more experience.

Moreover, this was Lin Luo's first battle.

The two competitors faced off in the arena.

The audience in the stands grew restless.

"Are you going to fight or what? I've got school tomorrow."

"Brother Fearless, make your move!"

Great Sage Equalling Injustice, growing impatient with Lin Luo's delay, shifted his shield aside.

He was trying to prompt Lin Luo to make a move.

And in that instant, Lin Luo's eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

He had spotted an opportunity!