Red radiance spread across Wistain's chest. His mist-like, twisted body tried to heal the wound, but no matter how much power surged through it, it was swallowed by the red glow.
The wound remained, continuing to affect Wistain's body.
That was the good thing about the God of War's power—it dealt indiscriminate true damage.
Still, the damage had somewhat exceeded He Ao's expectations.
He Ao gripped his spear and watched Wistain.
Sure enough, he had "skills" too.
That sort of powerful attack built up over a long time would be judged as a skill by this gladiatorial arena, and it even received additional damage bonuses.
"You learn quickly." Wistain lowered his head, no longer paying attention to the wound on his chest. Instead, he looked deeply at He Ao and smiled.
"You taught well, Senior." He Ao suppressed the blood rising in his throat and smiled.
At the same time, he sensed the progress of his martial arts breakthrough.
Why was he still comprehending it?!
And there was still no end in sight.
This progress bar was way too slow.
He Ao took a deep breath and moved forward again, charging at Wistain before he could make a move.
This time, Wistain directly dodged the attack. Yet rather than counterattacking, he kept evading, piling up the bonuses from "Perfect Dodge."
When Wistain dodged for the fifth time, He Ao realized something and immediately withdrew.
But by then, it was already too late.
The instant He Ao pulled back and dodged, Wistain's evasive posture abruptly reversed. With the momentum of a charging beast, he rushed toward He Ao as green lightning gathered in his hand.
He was so fast that it seemed as though the speed he had accumulated earlier erupted in an instant, sending him hurtling toward He Ao like