"Overestimating yourself! I will show you the meaning of disparity!" Huo Jie sneered, a cruel glint flickering in his eyes, his body moving forward as he charged towards Bruce.
Two figures swiftly collided, entangled, pulling at each other, each burst of Magic Power fiercely intense.
Thud thud thud...
Demonic Qi surged to the sky, black blood danced in the air, instantly transforming into Demonic Qi.
Finally, after hundreds of rounds of tussling, the two figures separated; one figure stumbled out of the fray, retreating rapidly until reaching the edge of the arena, barely stabilizing his stance, almost falling off the platform. His face was pale, and fresh blood spewed from his mouth.
That person was Bruce.
As for Huo Jie on the opposite side, he had only retreated a dozen or so steps before stabilizing his stance, his breath slightly erratic but not injured, his condition obviously much better than Bruce's.
