On the stage, Luo Nitian was getting anxious.
He had been spinning around for ages without landing a hit on Bai Weiwei. It made no sense.
The stage was only so big. He had surely covered every corner, yet the host hadn't called a stop, and he still hadn't hit Bai Weiwei. Where had she gone?
Could Bai Weiwei have a trump card up her sleeve too?
The third stage of the Bioforce Field, perhaps?
If she had reached the third stage, she really might be able to fly for short bursts. If she took off briefly whenever his attack reached her position, his current tactic would never hurt her.
This is bad. Does that mean the tactic I racked my brains to devise is useless? Luo Nitian groaned inwardly.
Bai Weiwei's illusions were terrifying. Once he became tangled in phantoms both real and false, he might even fight his way right off the stage.
He had used the time during the first two matches to study recordings of Bai Weiwei's earlier fights. That was how he had come up with this tactic to counter her. Who knew it would have no effect?
But he couldn't think of a new plan on the spot.
He couldn't drag things out, either. Apart from the toll on his stamina, the captain was watching from below. This would only leave a bad impression and do him no good.
"When is this going to end?"
Nameless watched the spinning top onstage and mumbled, "Ah-ba, ah-ba."
He sucked another piece of popcorn into his mouth, but the next instant he vanished into thin air. The popcorn he had just inhaled fell onto the table instead.
A moment later, the popcorn began to change shape. Its irregular round form stretched out, and arms and legs sprouted