With the Spirit-Nourishing Bracelet and the Top-Tier Mana-Recovery Magical Artifact, winning this match would have been fairly easy for Zhou Sining now that he had seized the initiative.
But that would have been far too boring.
He would also have to explain his absurdly powerful Magic Artifacts to the tournament officials afterward.
Zhou Sining could not be bothered dealing with those people, so after unleashing roughly one and a half casts of Level Four Heavenly Flame, he withdrew his magic.
The vast Arena was about to become a Sea of Fire. Fortunately, Zhou Sining had deliberately kept the flames away from his teammates. Otherwise, the indiscriminate White Flame would have crawled onto them too.
"Holy shit... Zhou, if you're this strong, what the hell were you acting nervous for earlier?!" Mo Fan stared, dumbfounded.
He had expected a clash between evenly matched powerhouses, but Zhou Sining had blasted the Brits half to death in one go!
"I got the first move. If their Sound Mage had been a little faster, we'd have been the unlucky ones," Zhou Sining said.
"This move of yours doesn't really distinguish friend from foe... The Sea of Fire trapped the British Team, but it trapped us too." Ai Jiangtu spotted the key problem.
White Flame surged like an ocean. Everywhere they looked, there was nothing but fire.
The Gangsha Flame had no mind of its own and could not distinguish friend from foe. Anyone who entered it would have to face its extreme heat and invasive force.
Even without Zhou Sining deploying his domain, these flames were not to be underestimated.
"Then should I pull them back?"
"No, just leave them! Let's wait here and burn those Brits to death!" Mo Fan grabbed Zhou Sining.
With Zhou Sining there, the flames could not hurt