Understanding the situation on the field, Fang Hong whispered in his heart, "Miss Tata, I'm coming."
"But is your hand okay, Mr. Knight?" Miss Fairy asked in his mind.
Fang Hong tore a bit of bandage with his teeth, wrapped it around his right hand to temporarily stop the bleeding, and nodded.
Among the remaining two opponents, one was the previous crossbow shooter, and the other was a fighter, who seemed to be the leader of this team. Their strength wasn't weak, easily suppressing his Energy Angel—
Fang Hong was well aware of this level of strength, at least on par with a Big Catfolk. In one-on-one scenarios without any restriction on Constructs, he usually could only manage a tie with a Lion Paladin in training.
Not to mention whether the Big Catfolk would hold back was still a question.
Now it was one against two, and he had also lost the initiative, making the situation very disadvantageous.
