Battle of the Demon Ball (A Plan for Certain Victory)

"Quick, give me two more potions! The effects of the last batch have already worn off!"

The mad knight, who was weaving a net of light through the air, now either demanded Alchemy Potions or shouted for help whenever he opened his mouth. Perhaps in all his tens of thousands of years of life, Kane had never fallen into such a predicament. The Legendary Knight, transformed into a dazzling "battle aura sun," was being chased around like a rat in the street by a ping-pong-ball-sized magic sphere. It actually looked rather comical.

But for the three people caught in that dangerous battlefield, there was nothing funny about it at all.

Smile, who could only hide in the shadows and watch, must have been terribly anxious, because she did not even have a chance to contribute. As for the Legendary Mage who had already thrown three or four potions to Kane, Punk's heart was filled only with almost convulsive pain at the loss and an inescapable gloom.

Just one second had passed, and all of Punk's potions had been used up. Those had been the caster's only four precious Legendary Potions, each one a life-saving trump card. They were priceless treasures that would be impossible to buy even if they were put up for sale anywhere in the Multiverse, and in battle, they could turn the tide!

But now... they had all been guzzled down by Kane like water. Not only did the man who drank them complain that they tasted bitter, he kept demanding more... and his reasons were perfectly reasonable too... This made Punk feel more miserable than he had at any point since becoming a Legend.

Punk had to admit that even with the astonishingly agile movements of Instant Kill Spear, after thousands of unceasing bombardments, one or