With every Charged Arrow, the Little King kept retreating, and Li Yao steadily advanced, always staying just one arrow's length away.
"Bastard." Little King felt a great humiliation. He was full of confidence, but he didn't expect such a situation. No one else could see his facial expression, but he could feel his cheeks burning.
Just like that, Li Yao stepped forward, Little King one step backward. With his health dwindling, he didn't have any mana to spare and once again began using healing spells.
He even used the Holy Healing Spell once, but his health had already dropped to less than half.
"You really can take a beating, no one else has been able to withstand so many of my arrows. You are quite promising, Young man. Keep it up," Li Yao laughed.
"F*ck you, do you not have any other tricks?" Little King was furious to the point of coughing up blood, it was simply too infuriating.