Luke rose into the air and hovered there, flames churning around him, yet he still did not dare attack rashly.
With enemies and allies so close together, a wide-area flame attack would most likely injure his companions. Afraid of hitting them, he did not dare unleash his full power.
Jordan completely lost track of his target. There was nothing in sight, leaving him no way to determine the enemy's whereabouts.
He immediately switched decisively to his male form, bringing his physical defense and strength to their peak. He could only keep punching the air before him, probing while defending passively.
Andre was the only person on the field who could track Solomon's approximate position through fluctuations in the magnetic field, but his expression grew increasingly grim.
Solomon's movement speed was absurd. He changed positions in an instant, so fast that Andre had no time to call out his precise location and warn his teammates.
Gritting his teeth, Andre controlled the iron nails hidden around his body, using the magnetic field to pinpoint the disturbances and firing them in rapid succession in an attempt to stop the surprise attacks.
But every attack that struck the invisible Solomon sank without a trace, unable even to break through his defenses, accomplishing nothing at all.
The other students were even more helpless.
Unable to see any trace of the enemy, and lacking ranged attacks or means of detection, they could only lash out wildly at the air in panic, wasting their effort.
The battle became a one-sided rout.
In less than a minute, the remaining seven students were felled one after another by invisible heavy blows, all collapsing to the ground, unable to fight.
The noisy battlefield fell silent in an instant. Only Golden Boy Luke, Jordan, and Andre remained, struggling to hold on.