"This guy's way of attacking is rather interesting."
A flicker of surprise crossed Ye Lin's eyes.
This guy's attacks had something to them. He could transform into anything and wield the power of whatever he became.
Ye Lin had rarely seen an attack like that.
He could transform too. There was nothing he could not turn into.
But he could not guarantee the power would come with it.
If he transformed into a True Dragon, he would have its appearance but none of its abilities.
This guy, though, could reproduce not only a thing's appearance but its power as well.
How interesting.
"His attacks can change a thousand ways. They're almost impossible to guard against. It's that strange cultivation art of his that turned him into this."
"Neither man nor woman. As for his personality... hard to say."
Yan Ting's "hard to say" left Ye Lin speechless.
Ye Lin glanced at Yan Ting and said nothing more.
He simply watched the Arena in silence.
Song Ting seemed to hold a slight advantage now, but whether it would last was another matter.
His opponent had not lost the ability to fight.
"What is that?"
Song Ting swiftly pulled back.
Blood Baleful rose to his feet.
He stood up from his one-knee crouch, and thick, nearly tangible crimson-purple Killing Intent erupted from every pore of his skin.
It filled the entire Arena, turning the space within it into a sea of blood.
His eyes became two burning crimson orbs, and dense, dark-red patterns surfaced across his skin.
Every line was a mass of resentment compressed to its limit.
His bones crackled under the influx of Killing Intent, and his body swelled in an instant.
His muscles knotted like cast iron. Even his greatsword, broad as a door, was engulfed in Killing Intent