After a second or two, they snapped out of their stupor. One of them recovered enough to yell out an order.
"Attack him!"
Yeah, "attack" me. Not "kill" me. Honestly, if you think my opponents would try and kill me in a bloody tournament, you really have been reading way too many Chinese xianxia stories. Seriously, if I had a cent every time an antagonist screamed "kill him!" in a xianxia story whenever they saw the protagonist, I would be a billionaire by now.
Anyway, I could only watch as a volley of fireballs, icicles, earth spikes, razor leaves, wind blades, lightning, holy beams, and a myriad of other elemental offensive spells shrieked toward me, almost like an artillery battalion firing in unison. Calmly watching the bombardment, I raised a single hand without bothering to unsheathe my swords. Instead, I called upon the services of another Soul Beast.
"Black Tortoise, over to you."
