Air howled past Tang Wulin's ears, and his vision blurred from the high-speed movement.
Tang Wulin wanted to adjust his posture, wanted to use Blue Silver Grass to cushion the impact.
But that force was far too tyrannical, so tyrannical that it threw even his Soul Power into complete disorder. He could not gather it again in such a short time.
Bang.
His back slammed heavily into the training ground wall.
The instant Tang Wulin hit it, the wall let out a dull, thunderous boom.
Dust sifted down from the cracks in the wall. The impact traveled through it, making even those standing outside the arena feel a faint tremor beneath their feet.
Tang Wulin slid down the wall and dropped to one knee, one hand braced against the ground while the other clutched his chest.
A metallic sweetness surged up his throat. He clenched his teeth and forcibly swallowed the blood back down.
Yet a trace of crimson still spilled uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and blooming into a small patch of glaring dark red.
All of his Blue Silver Grass had withered.
It drooped limply across the ground, its once-vigorous life force utterly gone.
The glow of his two yellow soul rings dimmed, like candles flickering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.
One move.
Just one move.
From the start of the fight until now, only a few breaths had passed at most.
Tang Wulin had not even seen what soul skill Gu Yue had used.
He had not even managed to make her use a single additional soul ring.
The gap between two rings and four rings had been laid bare in this moment.
Without the slightest mercy.
Gu Yue stood where she was, not even her