Red radiance engulfed the front of Vestan's chest. The twisted body, akin to mist, tried to heal the wound, but no matter how much power surged, it was swallowed by the red glow.
The wound remained, affecting Vestan's body.
This is the boon of the War God's power: it can deal indiscriminate true damage.
However, this damage actually exceeded He Ao's estimate a bit.
He Ao gripped his long spear, gazing at Vestan.
Indeed, I also have 'skills'.
Such a strong attack charged for a long time would be judged as a skill by this arena stage, with additional damage boosts.
"You learn fast." Vestan bowed his head, no longer concerned with the injury on his chest, but instead, with a deep gaze at He Ao, he smiled.
"It's still thanks to the guidance of my seniors." He Ao suppressed the blood surging in his throat, letting out a smile.
Meanwhile, he was also sensing the progress of his Martial Arts breakthrough.
Why am I still comprehending!
And there's no end in sight.
