Fang Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. These strict rules, though cruel, eliminated any possibility of throwing a match, ensuring the fairness and intensity of the competition.
Then, Fang Zhou turned and looked down into a place resembling an arena.
He found a spot to sit and observed the situation on the field.
Soon, he discovered that one of the combatants was a familiar face—the Phantom Assassin, Ling Ke—whom he had once defeated in seconds.
Ling Ke's current opponent was a powerful Flame Mage, but it was clear that for the mage, facing Ling Ke the Phantom Assassin was destined to be a tragedy.
The Flame Mage unleashed a continuous barrage of powerful Range Magic like a machine gun. Fireballs, Flame Storms, and Scorching Beams flew one wave after another.
But Ling Ke's Phantom Puppet was just too agile.
No matter how furiously the Flame Mage bombarded the area, he couldn't touch a single hair on Ling Ke.
