The sword energy struck Huo Wushuang's body. His unstoppable advance abruptly stalled, and then he was sent flying.
Just as he was about to fall outside the arena, a rope of psionic energy coiled around him and gently lowered him to the ground.
Oscar stood on the platform, looking at Huo Wushuang with approval in his eyes. "You lacked confidence when facing me, but you still had the courage to fight with that kind of death-defying charge. I really hope we never become enemies."
"If we're ordinary mortals, then your fighting strength is that of a god. How could I possibly contend with you?" Huo Wushuang's eyes dimmed. A match without the slightest possibility of victory was truly a crushing blow.
"A god? Heh, once upon a time, I was just a support who could only follow behind others." Oscar rolled up his sleeves. His muscular arms were covered in shocking scars. "As long as you have enough determination, even without a formidable teacher guiding you like I have, you can still become far stronger than everyone else. When that time comes, take another look. Will the gap between us still be this wide?"
Scars like these were naturally very easy for Leng Xiyue to remove, but Oscar liked them. Using them to show off right now, for instance, felt great.
Sure enough, looking at Oscar's muscular physique and those scars, Huo Wushuang finally remembered something: his opponent was merely a Support System Soul Master.
Almost everyone who fought Oscar subconsciously overlooked this fact. Remembering it now, the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
Still, those words clearly rekindled Huo Wushuang's fighting spirit. He nodded and said with a determined gaze, "You're right. Once the tournament ends, I'll go to the training grounds for fire-attribute Soul