"Exactly, Demon Wu took the lead, even if Mo Batian's martial arts were on par with his, he would still lose."
"How could Mo Batian possibly possess the strength of a Half-step Grandmaster?" Some experts sneered from the rear. "Just watch, the contest will soon be over."
Mo Huasong still stood there without moving a muscle, as Demon Wu's fist approached him.
"Boom!"
Demon Wu's ferocious punch hit Mo Huasong's body forcefully, instantly damaging his body.
"Snap." Mo Huasong retreated more than a dozen steps backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale as a sheet.
"Hahaha, you actually aren't as capable as I thought!" Demon Wu yelled triumphantly.
Originally, Demon Wu was expecting to have an intense fight with Mo Huasong, one where he would have to use considerable energy to kill his opponent.
But surprisingly, Mo Batian's mind was disturbed by Demon Wu's preemptive strike, and he offered no resistance and allowed his attack to land.
