Ling Tian won without fighting. This suits me just fine, he thought, then summoned several clones and sent them toward the arenas where Old Man Ling and the others were.
By the time he reached Old Man Ling's arena, Old Man Ling and his opponent were already facing off.
Ling Tian was quite familiar with the Arena Master. He was a member of the Demon Race, whose true form was an elephant. He possessed immense strength and a peculiar secret technique that greatly boosted his attack power when used. It was somewhat similar to Kuang Ao's berserk transformation.
Though the man's attack power was formidable, his speed was rather slow. Seeing who Old Man Ling was up against, Ling Tian breathed a sigh of relief, certain that Old Man Ling would win. Old Man Ling had started out as an assassin, and speed was his greatest strength. Later, he had learned the Illusory God Phantom Shadow Movement Technique, making his movements even more ghostly. He was several times faster than his opponent.
Just as Ling Tian had expected, Old Man Ling broke into a ghostly dance of movement and then used assassination techniques, occasionally thrusting out the black spikes in his hands. Refined Gold Qi surged from them, and he easily left several bloody holes in his opponent's body.
Old Man Ling had held back. Otherwise, he could have pierced the man's heart with his very first strike.
With a furious roar, the man used his signature secret technique, and his attack power surged. His speed increased slightly too, but he was still far slower than Old Man Ling. Old Man Ling retreated with his movement technique, temporarily avoiding the brunt of his attacks. He only needed to wait for the secret technique to wear off before counterattacking.
Several breaths