A Threeway Final Battle I

For the next two hours, Felix had been doing nothing but waste prince Arentis and Cursur's elemental energy.

He did so by approaching them rapidly before retreating as fast as he came the moment they activate their projectiles.

He kept repeating such a simple and obvious strategy, but prince Arentis could only fall for it every time.

After all, the only other alternative was engaging in combat with Felix.

'Just let me have him.' Cursur assured, 'I am confident that I can buy you at least ten hours by fighting him.'

Although Cursur had seen his teammates' horrible ending against Felix, he wasn't too terrified of him.

He knew that as long as he wasn't rash and focused more on his defense, Felix wouldn't be able to kill him as easily as his teammates.

'It's too early.' Prince Arentis rejected his proposal, 'Don't forget we still have the entire black team on our tail. I can't deal with them alone.'