"Using Soul Power for a showdown was a clever choice, but it still couldn't make up for the gap in Soul Power. It was nothing more than prolonging the inevitable."
Dai Weisi watched the match coldly, thinking to himself.
He glanced at the drunken Dai Mubai and thought disdainfully, Today is the day Dai Yao dies. Dai Mubai is useless too. It seems my final opponent will be you, Dai Yaming.
After constant discussion and analysis, the spectators finally understood Dai Yao's strategy of avoiding close combat and relying on Spirit Skills for the battle.
Everyone understood that if the match continued, Dai Yao would undoubtedly lose.
That brat is really like a fly, buzzing incessantly by my ear. I can't drive him away, yet I can't swat him either! Dai Yaming was extremely irritated. He was merely waiting for Dai Yao to exhaust his Soul Power before torturing him viciously.
A fist force came hurtling toward him, making Dai Yaming break into a cold sweat. If he hadn't released the White Tiger Body Barrier in time, Dai Yao's punch would have landed on him, and he would probably have ended up like the fatty.
He gathered his thoughts and focused all his attention on observing Dai Yao's every move.
After several more clashes between Spirit Skills, both sides attacked and defended in turn.
In a short time, Dai Yao and Dai Yaming had clashed several times with the White Tiger Light Wave and Destructive Death Ray. Both of them were breathing heavily, drenched in sweat.
Continuously unleashing such powerful Spirit Skills placed an enormous burden on the body.
Damn it, how does he still have Soul Power? Dai Yaming raised his weary head and looked at the equally exhausted Dai Yao, secretly shocked.
He had less than thirty percent