He had to remain vigilant at all times, dodging as many attacks as possible. Even if he couldn't dodge, he'd have to tank the hit with his Shadowstrike Void Form.
But Shadowstrike Void Form couldn't be used carelessly. Each activation consumed around 120 points of Magic Power, and given his current reserves, he had to be frugal.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The attacks from Ming Xin Yan's trio continued, but Feng Hao wasn't idle. Using the enhanced stealth from his Black Pupils state, he deftly dodged their Secret Technique attacks.
Meanwhile, a tense atmosphere had descended upon Thief God Peak. Everyone was glued to the arena, afraid of missing a single detail.
"Do you guys think Feng Hao can win?"
"There's a chance, but given his current condition, it's not a high one."
"Exactly. The fire seed is powerful, but he's still fighting one against three. Now it all depends on whether Ming Xin Yan's group can stabilize the situation."
