As Good As Dead

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Rays of blazing white light slashed forward continuously, each increasing the damage of the Deathstrike Magic Equipment, like waves pushing the previous one to a greater height. The only requirement was to keep providing the Deathstrike Magic Equipment with energy.

Zhao Manyan truly wanted Ferrero dead. He had poured half of his energy into the Deathstrike Magic Equipment right away. The blazing white light ended up splitting into more than a hundred rays aimed at Ferrero. No matter where Ferrero was moving, the scorching light would slice the area in half. Most terrifyingly, each slash was deadlier than the one before! 

Ferrero had no choice but to flee for his life. Normally, he would just flee into the distance when his opponent was attacking recklessly, but he was now stuck in the dueling ground. The limited space was clearly not in his favor!