Thrown into a Battle of Chance

Zhang Yang had been aware of his surroundings, taking in everything, including the expressions of the five Spartan Warriors. He had not missed that. He smiled coldly and said, "Witchy Snow, hang back a little and keep my health bar at 50%."

"Hmm... what are you trying to do?" Han Ying Xue couldn’t understand what Zhang Yang wanted to do, so she asked.

"Those 5 behind us aren’t looking at us so pleasantly. So, I plan to set up a bait and see if they would change their minds maybe? Their decisions shall decide their own fate." Zhang Yang laughed.

"... Noob tank, you’re very…‘benevolent’!" Wei Yan Er was laughing very hard.

"Well, if they weren’t thinking about taking advantage on us, then they wouldn’t be lurking around us still! Haha!"

Han Ying Xue slowed down her healing on Zhang Yang, slowly letting Zhang Yang’s health bar reduce from 90% down to 80%, 70%, and all the way down to 50%!