Sun Xiaochuan swung his claws again.
This time, they didn't pass through the Phantom Shadow. His fingertips touched something solid, and the distinct resistance traveled up his arm and registered clearly in his mind.
A flicker of excitement crossed Sun Xiaochuan's eyes.
He'd finally caught him!
Without hesitation, he lit up his Second Soul Ring again and unleashed Blood Demon Wolf Claw. A layer of crimson light shimmered across the razor-sharp claws as he raked them viciously at the spot he'd just touched.
He'd poured eighty percent of his strength into this blow. He was going to deal this slippery kid a crushing wound.
But when his claws came down, he felt no cut. No blood sprayed, no scream of pain rang out, not even the clang of a block.
His attack had missed again, but this time, it missed in a completely different way. The Xiao Qing before him, whom he'd taken for the real one, wore a strange smile.
That smile sent a chill through Sun Xiaochuan.
The next second, Xiao Qing's body swelled abruptly, then exploded.
Condensed blades of wind burst out from within him in every direction, like a detonating bomb, filling the space around them for several meters.
The wind blades were far more powerful than Sun Xiaochuan had expected. Each one carried a cutting force he couldn't ignore as they shrieked toward him.
The muscle memory Sun Xiaochuan had built up through years of fighting in the Soul Fighting Arena kicked in.
He didn't even have time to think. His arms crossed instinctively in front of him, and then he activated his third Soul Skill, Iron Bone. A layer of pale gray light covered his forearms and chest.
It was his defensive Soul Skill, capable of greatly hardening his bones and muscles.
The wind