Escape Isn't the Goal

It was as if a flash grenade had been thrown at the audience. Trying to figure out what those blurry figures were doing amidst the dazzling light required rich experience.

Zhang Jiale's experience at doing so was second to none. If the Hundred Blossoms Style blinded even him, then that would be heaven's biggest joke.

Several blurry figures instantly vanished. It just looked like random flashes, but there was purpose behind each flash. No matter how skilled Zhang Jiale was, there was no way for him to use a single skill to cover all four corners simultaneously. The light that enshrouded the room, whether real, fake, attacks, or feints, was carefully arranged by Zhang Jiale.

Unable to differentiate between what was real and what was fake, how could Mo Fan's Deception escape?　

Practically no one believed he could. They couldn't even see what was happening inside as spectators. How could Mo Fan fare any better?

They were gravely mistaken.