Dongfang Lin was furious.
His main target was Qin Hao's True Self.
And rightly so. Qin Hao's True Self posed the greatest threat. Only by killing Qin Hao's True Self would this battle truly end.
But now...
Every time Dongfang Lin rushed forward, Qin Hao used Near at Hand, Far Away to teleport away just before he got close.
Worse, Qin Hao never left without giving him a slash first.
Granted...
Qin Hao's attacks barely affected him. But each strike slowed him sharply, and by the time he regained his speed, Qin Hao was at least a thousand meters away.
The cycle repeated again and again.
Dongfang Lin felt stifled.
He had strength to spare and nowhere to use it.
"Damn it! If I can't catch Qin Hao, how am I supposed to fight?" Dongfang Lin's face turned livid, but he could only charge at Qin Hao again.
The result was the same.
Below the Arena.
Everyone watched in astonishment.
"Is Qin Hao... Kiting? He won't give Dongfang Lin a chance to get close."
"Seriously... If I were Dongfang Lin, I'd be furious. All that strength and nowhere to use it. He can only stand there and watch Qin Hao attack."
"It's interesting, though. Qin Hao's attacks don't work on Dongfang Lin. Each slash barely breaks through his outermost defense, and no two strikes can land in exactly the same spot. He can't really hurt Dongfang Lin like this."
The crowd buzzed with discussion.
A young man said gravely, "It makes sense. If I were Qin Hao, I'd fight this way too. If he beats Dongfang Lin, he takes third place! Third place means becoming an Inner Disciple of the Azure Flame Sect."
"He knows he'll lose in close combat. Even if Kiting can't truly hurt Dongfang Lin, he