"Seven Treasure has a name, first: Strength—!"
"Seven Treasure has a name, second: Speed—!"
"Seven Treasure has a name, third: Soul—!"
Amid the chaotic melee filling the arena, three brief, clear voices suddenly rang out, carrying distinctly into the ears of everyone on the field.
Tang Chuan, Jing Ling, and the others looked toward the sound and saw Ning Rongrong standing behind Tang San, holding a seven-colored pagoda over a foot tall in her hand. The three Soul Rings circling her rose at the same time, enveloping the pagoda. In the next instant, twenty-one beams of colored light shot out in unison, sinking into herself and the six teammates scattered across the field.
As three beams of colored light entered him, Dai Mubai, who was locked in a white-hot battle with Tai Long, suddenly felt his strength, speed, and Soul Power surge by a large margin.
At that exact moment, Tai Long's fist came smashing straight at him, golden Soul Power blazing as the force of it tore through the air with a shrill whistle.
Yet facing this punch, one he would normally have needed to focus all his attention on to block, Dai Mubai inexplicably felt: So slow.
The thought had only just risen in his mind when his body had already obeyed instinct—turning sideways, curling his hand into a claw, stepping forward, and swinging his arm.
"Rip—!"
Amid the sound of cloth tearing, Dai Mubai's right tiger claw seized a warm lump of flesh and blood. Divine light gleamed in his eyes as he watched Tai Long retreat several steps, pulling seven or eight meters away. The other man was now clutching his left ribs with his right hand, where large amounts of blood were rapidly spilling out, dyeing that patch of leather armor red in the blink