But after only a moment, Huo Hai was already bored. Wang Hong kept cycling through the same few moves; apparently, that was all he had learned. Although his Battle Spirit Art was fairly powerful, it was still below earth grade.
"If that's all you've got, I won't hold back." Huo Hai spoke with an indifferent expression. Since the fight began, he had not moved even a single step. The spectators had already realized that he was simply toying with Wang Hong.
"You bastard! Die!" Wang Hong grew increasingly anxious, putting more and more strength into his attacks, but his moves became increasingly chaotic. Attacks like these would probably pose less and less of a threat even to someone in the spirit general realm. Huo Hai shook his head, unwilling to waste any more words on him. With a twist, the staff in his hand instantly slipped past Wang Hong's attack.
By the time Wang Hong realized something was wrong, he no longer had the strength to dodge. The staff lightly touched his abdomen, and an immense force erupted in an instant. His body was immediately flung backward and crashed to the ground.
With a dull thud, Wang Hong lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long while. If there had not been quite a few people around to protect him, he would probably have had to lie there even longer. After a great deal of fuss, they finally helped him to his feet.
"You-you really are a spy! Someone, call for help right now!" Looking at Huo Hai with the staff in his hand, Wang Hong did not dare attack again. Yet the mocking looks from those around him made this humiliation impossible to swallow.
Just then, a dark figure suddenly rushed over from the distance. "Wang