Resistance Has Its Limits

Attack! Attack! Attacks came from every direction!

A sword blade chopped in from the left, a long spear stabbed from the right, a battle-axe swept in at his feet, and stray arrows skimmed low past his head. Ming's vision was filled with enemies. Every pair of eyes was fixed on him, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

He desperately tried to tell which attacks he could take head-on, which he had to dodge, and which he needed to block.

But it was too chaotic—so chaotic he had no time to think at all. In the melee, several spells struck his back and flank one after another.

Although he endured them with his various resistances, and skills like [Regeneration] were continuously repairing his body, his injuries were still gradually piling up.

Worse still was his magic power.

Repairing his body required magic power. With [Magic Storage LV10] bestowed by Boss, even though he could not cast spells, he possessed a reserve of magic power far beyond that of an ordinary mage. But in such an intense battle, that magic power was still being drained bit by bit.

Ming regretted it now. He had not listened to Senior Norris. He had charged too far ahead.

A real war was completely different from the fights he had been in before.

In the Colosseum, he only needed to lower his head and charge into the enemy ranks, take the injuries, and slaughter the most dangerous mages first.

Even if both sides suffered, his [Physical Immunity] would let him be the one laughing in the end.

But this place was different.

On the battlefield, there were not just one or two mages. They were scattered all along the entire front. There was no way he could kill them all in such a short