First Battle Victory

Chiaotzu hovered in midair, the blue membrane of his telekinetic sphere sealing out the poisonous gas.

His Mental Power had already spread across a three-hundred-meter radius, but Haze Shenron's aura seemed to have been completely swallowed by the swamp, leaving not the slightest trace.

Chiaotzu furrowed his brow.

Had it merged into the swamp?

He tilted his head and thought for two seconds before dismissing the idea.

No.

If Haze Shenron could truly merge completely with the swamp, why would it have hidden in the mud to launch a sneak attack in the first place?

Why not simply turn the entire swamp into its body?

So most of that scattered liquid was merely a smokescreen.

There was only one true body.

Chiaotzu abruptly compressed the range of his Mental Power detection from three hundred meters to fifty.

The range had shrunk to one-sixth, but the precision increased sixfold.

The countless spots where poisonous droplets had fallen throughout the swamp became a dense mass of light dots in his mind.

Most of the dots were spreading, diluting, and vanishing at the same time.

But one was different.

Southwest.

That dot showed no sign of dispersing. It lay quietly hidden beneath the mud.

Found you.

Chiaotzu did not act immediately.

He maintained his hovering posture, still looking around as if searching, wearing an utterly lost expression.

In reality, his Mental Power had silently cast a net around that light dot.

Five seconds passed.

Then ten.

The light dot finally could not endure any longer.

It began accelerating the gathering of scattered poisonous liquid fragments around it, its volume expanding at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Haze Shenron was secretly rebuilding its body and creeping closer, deliberately choosing a position in Chiaotzu's "blind spot."

Without warning, a hemispherical bulge rose from