Faced with the air being drained away, Huo Hai was not too worried. He believed that Mist Spirit could never win by dragging things out. For one thing, that method might not even be enough to defeat an expert, and Mist Spirit should have known that.
At the same time, Red Sparrow's occasional shouting from outside made it impossible for Mist Spirit to use such a method. If she wanted to vent Red Sparrow's anger, she naturally had to fight spectacularly and make herself look miserable. What kind of victory would it be to rely on such a method? Could Mist Spirit really be that stupid? As for the drained air, Huo Hai felt that it was merely a side effect.
Condensing mist to make it difficult for an enemy to move might itself drain away the air. When he had the chance, he would have Little Cloud test it properly and see whether it could produce the same effect.
Beside them, Hao Chen once again called over the guard responsible for relaying messages. "He has a defensive-type Battle Spirit Art, extremely strong defense, very quick reactions, and he still hasn't used his Spirit Insects. Hurry and send the news back. Don't delay."
After saying that, Hao Chen waved for his guard to leave. As he watched the arena, however, he could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. "Strange. Why do I feel as if I've forgotten something?" Hao Chen activated a special secret art, causing his Mental Power and spiritual energy to produce an extremely peculiar frequency of fluctuations. Only by maintaining those fluctuations could he synchronize with the cloud-mist spiritual energy and see through the scene within.
"What are you talking about? What's wrong?" Red Sparrow suddenly asked Hao Chen, then turned away. Hao Chen wore