The long stem in his hand had grown to over three meters in length.
It instantly became a bizarre weapon.
With a wave of his hand, a dense cloud of yellow mist billowed out from the Sunflower.
It swept directly toward Xiao Wu.
At this moment, Xiao Wu could not advance.
So she could only retreat, backing away in large strides.
Yet despite that,
she still caught a faint trace of floral fragrance.
The scent was rich, even if there was only a trace of it.
But Xiao Wu immediately felt her mind grow muddled.
When opponents were of the same level, especially when neither side's Soul Power was particularly high,
Poison Masters held a considerable advantage.
As long as they used their abilities properly, they could greatly restrict their opponents.
For example, this Barak Academy student before her.
In terms of elemental restraint, aside from martial souls specifically capable of countering poison,
only water- and fire-type martial souls like Huo Wu's and Shui Bing'er's could restrain him.
Her chest tightened.
Xiao Wu knew the poison had begun to take effect.
She hurriedly circulated her Soul Power to suppress it.
Yet her opponent did not pursue. Instead, a sinister grin appeared at the corner of his lips.
He repeatedly fanned the Sunflower in his hand, blowing the vast yellow cloud toward her.
The area it covered continued to grow larger and larger.
At this moment, his first two soul rings were glowing at the same time.
Clearly, one of his soul skills enlarged the Sunflower,
while the other was this poisonous mist.
What should she do?
Xiao Wu hesitated for a moment.
She knew that if she wanted to defeat her opponent,
she had to charge into his poison formation with the force of a Thunderous Strike and take him