There was no doubt that, under these circumstances, Li Shuwen was at a clear disadvantage.
There was no helping it. He had no armor on him, and not even a weapon.
He was fighting empty-handed.
In a clash like this, he was completely on the back foot.
Especially since Arash seemed to have an endless supply of strength—and an endless supply of ammunition.
A vast storm of arrows kept pouring down like rain.
If it had been just one arrow, Li Shuwen could have caught it with a stylish flourish and thrown it right back.
But there were simply too many arrows.
It was downright hentai.
Most importantly, the arrow storm Arash had unleashed showed no sign of stopping.
Because of that, Li Shuwen could only do his best to form a protective barrier of energy around himself, then fight Mordred hand to hand amid the rain of arrows.
The problem was that, compared to when Li Shuwen had just unleashed Circle Realm in an outward burst, this protection was clearly weaker. At best, its effect was on par with Wind Garment.
Even so, facing such an enormous number of arrows was a struggle.
Mordred wasn't doing much better on the other side, either.
Her sword simply couldn't block the arrow storm, so she focused entirely on attacking.
She had absolute "faith" in her Master, trusting that he would use a Command Seal to summon her away the moment she was in danger of dropping dead.
But until then, she needed to kill the Assassin in front of her as quickly as possible.
"This isn't working. If I use a Command Seal, do you think you can kill him? If not, come back at once," said Li Shuwen's Master from behind him.
"Being beaten down this helplessly and having it