Slowly, the time ticked away. The most important match had finally arrived. Fang Ge Que’s clothes fluttered in the wind as he stood 20 yards away. The fact that he had not pulled a safe distance of 40 yards away was understandable; he had to make sure that his spells were accurate. That’s why for a high level Mage like Fang Ge Que, he would choose to stay only 20 yards away as a standard; that way, not only could he kite better, he also didn’t need to worry about being struck by a [Blade Rush].
“3!”
“2!”
“1!”
As the countdown ended, I roared as [Dragon’s Whistle of Thunder and Lightning] activated. With an open hand, I summoned my Flaming Tiger God into the arena, revealing its name, Cang Tong, in bold letters. Side by side I charged with my Flaming Tiger God, telepathically urging him to remain 10 yards away from me at all times!
“Hummm”
The paper fan in Fang Ge Que’s grasp began to ignite the air; after a few waves, a gale swiftly blew the fire toward us!
Sparks flew under me as I bore all my weight on my feet and a big MISS flew up behind me. I successfully dodged the attack. It was all done while keeping a calm mind, a mind completely blank of everything except my original battle tactic. I made no tactical predictions or any changes to my lines of thought. I was in autopilot and I charged right back at him.