"Die, brat!"
Seal let out a sharp howl, lowered his body, and activated Martial Soul Possession. His skin took on a texture like a layer of seawater, while the fingernails on both hands grew long and sharp, resembling leopard claws.
The First Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up, and his speed suddenly exploded. Carrying a foul wind, he pounced at Tang San like a true hunting leopard, his sharp claws aimed straight at Tang San's throat!
His movements were vicious, clearly those of an experienced Soul Fighting Arena combatant.
A wave of cheers and whistles rang out from the audience stands.
Facing the swift pounce, Tang San stood where he was, his gaze calm and unruffled beneath his cloak.
Only when the claws were about to reach him did he slightly turn sideways and execute Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. His body drifted like a weightless willow catkin, narrowly avoiding the fatal strike by a hair's breadth.
"Hm?" Seal's attack missed, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. But he did not stop. He twisted at the waist, and his long leg, covered in seawater-like scales, swept toward Tang San's lower body like a steel whip.
Tang San still did not release his Martial Soul. He merely shifted his steps, strolling as though through a leisurely courtyard, and easily dodged again.
He was observing—the opponent's fighting style, the characteristics of his Soul Skills, and the atmosphere of the Soul Fighting Arena.
"Bastard! Can you only dodge?"
"Second Soul Skill, Sea-Splitting Claw!"
"You piece of trash, go to hell!"
"If you have the guts, fight me fair and square!"
After failing to make headway for some time, Seal grew furious with embarrassment. He first used provocation, then the Second Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up. Both claws glowed