Watching Feng Xiaotian's increasingly rapid offensive, the audience broke out in a cold sweat for Li Han.
Huo Wushuang spoke up in surprise, "I didn't expect Feng Xiaotian's self-created soul skill to be so powerful. That guy Han Li is being suppressed."
"No, it's not suppression. It's that he hasn't accepted the challenge at all."
"Although Feng Xiaotian's speed is getting faster and faster, he hasn't hurt Han Li at all."
Huo Wu frowned and said.
"What?"
Huo Wushuang was greatly startled.
Looking closely, he saw that every time Feng Xiaotian was about to attack him, Li Han dodged it by the narrowest of margins.
Feng Xiaotian's terrifying attacks truly failed to land on Li Han even once.
He didn't even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes.
"How is this possible! Feng Xiaotian's attacks are so fast, how can he dodge every time?"
Huo Wushuang exclaimed.
"It's his terrifying predictive ability! He has completely locked onto Feng Xiaotian's attacks."
"So no matter which direction Feng Xiaotian comes from, he can predict it in advance."
"Besides, his speed isn't slow either."
"That's why he can always avoid Feng Xiaotian's attacks at the most critical moment."
Huo Wu said with a solemn expression.
The more she watched Li Han's match, the more Huo Wu could feel his terrifying nature.
Especially when viewed from a bystander's perspective.
It was too calm.
Li Han didn't regard Feng Xiaotian as his opponent at all.
Everything he did was just waiting for the opponent to make a move and then receiving it.
He never took the initiative to attack—not because he couldn't, but because he didn't want to.
He was waiting for Feng Xiaotian to exhaust his tricks and then harvest the victory.
What a conceited guy!
Huo Wu bit her lower lip slightly, her