His rampaging aura plummeted.
"What, can't take it anymore? Come on, keep going! You call this a beating? It's barely a tickle."
Iron Bear lowered his arms, his eyes bloodshot.
His clothes were in tatters, but otherwise, he was unharmed.
Hu Qi, on the other hand, had scraped and swollen knuckles, with thin streams of blood trickling down his palms.
But being forced to stand there and get pummeled like a punching bag had stoked the flames of his rage to their absolute peak.
He was waiting for the right moment.
'My opponent must be a speed-type Evolver,' he thought. 'And it looks like he's using some special method I don't know about to get this incredible burst of speed.'
'But from the looks of it, he's at his limit now.'
"Is that so?"
Hu Qi simply stared at him, his expression calm.
It was the way one looks at a dead man, and it made Iron Bear extremely uncomfortable.
Just then, a commotion erupted from the darkness in the distance.
