Within the red mist, Demon Charm twisted its slender body and looked at the motionless Dai Yao. The eyes hidden beneath the mask revealed a ghostly smile.
Clang—
The sharp Moon Blade collided with Dai Yao's Cloud Pattern Hand, giving off the sound of metal striking metal.
"Dai Yao, you're very strong. If you were a few years older, perhaps even we, using a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, wouldn't be your match. Unfortunately, you're too young!"
"The final victory still belongs to us!"
A voice that seemed both male and female rang out from beneath the mask. That resolve was moving.
With the enhancement of the White Tiger Dark Gold Transformation and the External Soul Bone, Dai Yao's strength was already enough to take Demon Charm's Moon Blade head-on without losing. He did not need to be like Tang San, paying the price of snapping one Eight Spider Lance after another just to withstand the Moon Blade's assault.
"Is that so?"
Looking at Demon Charm right before his eyes, the corners of Dai Yao's mouth curved into a smile.
"But today's victory is mine!"
The two separated the instant they clashed. Both sides held nothing back, bringing everything they had learned in their lives to bear. The clanging of metal collisions rang out continuously within the red mist.
Watching the fierce exchange inside that red mist, with not even a moment to breathe, even the several Titled Douluo had never seen such an intense battle before, and their expressions could not help but turn grave.
Under such a dense barrage of attacks, Dai Yao could not find any chance to release a soul skill at all. But likewise, Demon Charm could only respond with the purest form of attack.
The experience he had once gained in the Heaven Dou Great