As the flock of birds rose.
More than one young wizard by Crescent Lake had the same thought flash through their minds—if I were standing before that screaming pale-blue torrent, how should I deal with it?
There was no way to deal with it.
After thinking it over and over, many people had no choice but to dejectedly realize that in a cramped area like the Performance Stage, when facing such a wide-ranging attack, there was no other option but to endure it head-on.
Of course, getting ahead of that pale-blue torrent's eruption and controlling or killing Zheng Qing first was also an effective option.
Everyone could think of that.
Naturally, Zheng Qing could too.
And he believed Tu Shan Chu Jiu could think of it as well.
So, the instant the flock of Silence Birds burst out of the paulownia-wood box, he pushed off hard with his feet and charged toward the witch more than ten meters away under the birds' cover. He knew his own limits very well. Without relying on a rune gun, trying to withstand the frenzied attacks of a gifted Registered Wizard head-on was extremely difficult.
One careless move, and the slight advantage he had bought with over a hundred jade coins would vanish completely. It might even turn into a disadvantage if the bird flock went out of control.
A dozen-odd meters was a very short distance.
Zheng Qing fixed his eyes on the thick fox tail swaying amid the firelight, mist, and heat waves. Gritting his teeth against the assault of the roiling Magic Power around him, he sprinted toward his target with all his strength.
He did not have Zhang Jixin's family background, nor did he know physical combat techniques, but he could still sprint.
Throughout the process, the only things he