"Three moves have gone by, won't you admit defeat?" Luo Haiyun shouted.
Huang Ming disregarded him and brandished his sword to attack again.
"Hmph, you really don't know when you're beaten, I've already spared you three moves, yet you still can't see reality!" Luo Haiyun revealed a chilling expression, and when Huang Ming's sword came slashing down again, he swiftly reached out, grabbing Huang Ming's sword-wielding wrist.
The difference in their strength was simply too vast; although Huang Ming struggled furiously, he was like a three-year-old child compared to a grown man—his strength was not on the same level.
Boom!
Huang Ming did not give up, his wrist suddenly erupted in flames, scorching towards Luo Haiyun.
"A petty trick!" Luo Haiyun scoffed, a pale yellow glow appearing on his hand, which blocked the flames.
Seeing Huang Ming still showed signs of struggle, Luo Haiyun grew annoyed, forcefully twisted, and smacked Huang Ming's face with his own hand.
