"Just level thirty-eight? You really think I'm afraid of you?"
Huo Yuanjia gritted his teeth and sneered, charging forward like a cannonball. The shadows of his fists flew, swift as lightning, his potent energy boiling like fire.
Feng Hao showed no fear. The Su Mu Dagger in his hand was nimble and precise. Every swing was perfectly timed, and combined with his light, unpredictable footwork, he toyed with Huo Yuanjia like a cat with a mouse.
The weakness of a Martial Arts Mage was obvious: a short reach. In this, Feng Hao held an absolute advantage.
After this period of cultivating his Shadow Force, Feng Hao's control over it was on a whole new level. Just by grazing his opponent, he could inflict around fifty percent of his Shadow Force damage.
After several clashes, Huo Yuanjia's Qi Blood had unknowingly dwindled, while Feng Hao's health hadn't changed in the slightest.
'Damn it, where did this guy come from?'
