Konoha Secret Taijutsu Art—Thousand Years of Death
"Now, I hereby announce that this Soul Fighting Tournament match officially begins."
As the tuxedo host announced the start of the match, Dai Mubai could no longer suppress the killing aura in his chest and made the first move.
"White Tiger, possess me." A layer of intense, pale-white light suddenly erupted from his body. Dai Mubai stretched both arms out to the sides at the same time, thrust out his chest, and his bones crackled all over. His muscles swelled abruptly, straining his clothes. Every muscle became sharply defined beneath the fabric, and even the air around him seemed to turn savage.
His head of blond hair instantly became streaked black and white, with white taking up most of it, while a few strands of black hair stood out with particular clarity. Four faint lines appeared on his forehead, three horizontal and one vertical, forming the character for "king."
His hands changed the most, swelling to more than twice their previous size. White fur covered his entire palms. As his ten fingers flexed, dagger-like claws constantly extended from and retracted into his hands. Each claw was like a blade, fully eight inches long, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.
Dai Mubai's upper body slowly leaned forward. All four pupils in his eyes turned a deep, profound blue, making him feel like a machine built for slaughter.
Beneath his feet, three bright rings rose one after another and drifted upward in silence—two yellow and one purple. As the soul rings revolved, surging soul power formed a wave-like pressure that rushed head-on.
Feeling the pressure of soul power bearing down on him, Zu Zong smiled faintly. "He really is a guy who likes putting on a show."
"What? Still not going to summon your martial