There was no other way. He could not retreat now, nor could he run. In the end, victory or defeat would be decided in this single battle. Huo Hai pulled himself together, his longsword pointing straight ahead. With spirit power infused into it, it emitted a faint white glow.
The Sunset Sword possessed no special abilities; it was merely sturdy and sharp. But that was already enough. Seeing the three men rush before him, Huo Hai advanced instead of retreating, charging directly into their attack.
He Ya was the strongest, yet he hung back at the rear. Huo Hai aimed directly at Mo Feng in front, unleashing the Spirit Infusion Sword Technique almost instinctively. Combined with Snake Step, his speed was astonishing. Before Mo Feng could react, Huo Hai's sword had already struck his body. With a crisp clang, the blade stabbed fiercely into Mo Feng's throat.
The immense force sent Mo Feng staggering back several steps before he could even counterattack. Huo Hai's pupils immediately contracted. Even with eighty percent of his strength behind that strike, he had only left a faint mark on Mo Feng's throat.
At this rate, even if he focused his full strength on that single point at Mo Feng's throat, he would probably need to strike the same spot more than a dozen times—perhaps even twenty—before breaking through. This suit of armor was truly hard.
"Impressive. Good thing we brought the armor this time." Mo Feng, having been forced back, was inwardly startled. He had not even reacted before his throat was struck. This armor did make him somewhat unaccustomed to it, slowing him down a little. But Mo Feng knew that even if he had been fully alert, he would likely have been severely injured by that sword strike.
Huo Hai's strength was