Of course, Lin Qing could not withstand every attack with this move. That would have been far too outrageous.
The incoming attacks were simply too densely packed for him to dodge them all, so he had used this method to divert some of them. His true means of dealing with them was still evasion.
Without any warning, Lin Qing's figure suddenly blurred. As he took a single step, his entire body seemed to turn into a gust of wind.
Boom-!
After Lin Qing dodged away, the contestants' attacks collided with one another, unleashing thunderous explosions in midair.
Before the shock waves had even faded, the contestants' eyes widened one after another. They could perceive the battlefield through their divine sense, so they knew that every one of those densely packed bombardments of spiritual power had missed.
Lin Qing moved too fast for the naked eye to catch, too fast for spells to follow his trajectory.
Though shocked by Lin Qing's speed, the contestants did not give up. Giving up now meant death.
They attacked again, sending spell after spell chasing after Lin Qing. Wind blades, giant palms of spiritual power, fireballs, blade qi-amid the spells filling the sky, Lin Qing sometimes shifted sideways and sometimes stepped forward.
Lin Qing became a streak of azure light flowing through the wind. Every attack from the other contestants missed.
"He's too strong! Is this why he dared to bet over eight billion on himself?"
"I've made a fortune, a fortune! I've won back everything I lost before!"
"I declare this the most spectacular Grand Blood Bout of the past hundred years!"
The sight of Lin Qing taking on all those formidable opponents alone sent the spectators into a frenzy of excitement.
The people aboard Tu Mi's flying vessel were even more excited. To