He coughed violently, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. (He had bitten open a blood pack.)
His face turned even paler.
"Die!"
The three Ghost Leopards attacked at once.
From three directions, they sealed off every possible escape route.
This time, there were no blind spots.
No matter where Han Yuchen dodged, he would be torn to pieces.
Below the stage, Ning Rongrong covered her mouth in terror, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"Yuchen!"
At that critical moment.
A faint, imperceptible gleam flashed through Han Yuchen's eyes.
He did not dodge.
Because he could not.
He raised a hand as if to shield his head.
But the ordinary-looking bracer on his wrist suddenly flashed.
It was the Hidden Weapons Tang San had given him—the Silent Sleeve Arrow.
But what it contained was not an arrow.
It was a...
Water Ball.
A high-pressure Water Ball compressed to the absolute limit.
Han Yuchen had condensed it with his own Soul Power, merely borrowing the sleeve arrow's firing mechanism.
Since I can't dodge.
Han Yuchen silently thought.
Then I'll make you crash into it yourselves.
Bang!
The sleeve arrow made only a faint sound as it fired.
But at the instant the three Ghost Leopards pounced.
Han Yuchen's hand flailed seemingly in panic.
The Water Ball struck precisely beneath the left Ghost Leopard's feet.
There.
A puddle of saliva left behind by the Ghost Leopard had already made the ground slippery.
Then the Water Ball burst.
In an instant, the ground became an ice rink.
The Ghost Leopard on the left slipped, lost control of its body, and slammed straight into the Ghost Leopard in the center—the real body.
"What?!"
The real Ghost Leopard was just about to deliver a fatal blow.
When it suddenly felt