Chapter 280: A Strange Victory
Ansu's gaze shifted to another part of the battlefield.
The situation had taken a sudden turn for the worse; he looked toward Leo's group, who were surrounded by enemy forces.
Throughout this battle, Ansu had maintained the stance of an observer, paying particularly close attention to Leo's every move, not even letting a single change in his emotions slip by.
Something interesting happened.
Lethal threats lurked in every direction, yet somehow, Leo remained completely unscathed.
A sharp scimitar swept past his neck, coming within an inch of slicing his throat, only to graze his hem and veer off.
A stray arrow flew toward his chest, only to be deflected by an unintentional swing of his sword as it neared him, whistling past his shoulder.
The swords, arrows, fangs, and bone claws on the battlefield all seemed to have eyes of their own; no matter how fierce the onslaught, they always fell just a fraction short.
He remained entirely unharmed, as if by a miracle.