When Lu Zhen's fist and the armored figure collided, the red-haired man, despite the protection of his armor, was sent hurtling through the air. He crashed into the wall, narrowly avoiding the destruction of one of the statues. A cloud of dust billowed up from the impact, obscuring the man.
"Hmm..." Lu Zhen couldn't hide his dissatisfaction with the punch.
"It felt soft, as if I had hit a feather," he muttered. His frown deepened as he gradually reopened his eyes.
The light in the room was blinding, which made the adjustment challenging for Lu Zhen. Not only was it because of the man's brilliance, but Lu Zhen's enhanced senses, though advantageous, also came with disadvantages. His heightened sensitivity to light and smell was one such drawback.
As his crimson eyes gradually adjusted to the brightness, Lu Zhen was stunned when he gazed at the man.