Yang Ming's eyes lit up as he faced Wang Qiu'er's next assault.
He had to admit that Wang Qiu'er's fighting style was quite unlike that of ordinary Soul Beasts who had taken human form. Her approach revolved entirely around herself. More precisely, she unleashed her potential through an overwhelming will to fight and a spirit that would never admit defeat. The stronger and more invincible her opponent, the more potential she drew out, and the more powerful she became in turn. That was what made her worthy of Yang Ming's attention.
In that respect, she bore some resemblance to the Saiyan Bloodline.
Yang Ming had also used the Saiyan Bloodline to grow stronger as he fought. Through his Rinnegan, however, he could tell that Wang Qiu'er's ability was not innate. Rather, she carried a considerable portion of the Star Dou Great Forest's destiny power, which endowed her with some of the traits of a protagonist of this world.
Beyond that, her constant disdain for her opponents was also part of her strategy. That arrogance of hers was branded into her very bones.
A faint, elusive smile played at the corners of Yang Ming's mouth. He treated the golden arcs whipping toward him as though they did not exist. Instead of retreating, he advanced, closing in without picking up so much as a speck of dust. Under Wang Qiu'er's gaze, which looked as though she had seen a ghost, he slipped through the gaps between the arcs with perfect precision.
A hand as sturdy as a Dragonhawk settled on the shaft of the Golden Dragon Spear. Yang Ming looked at Wang Qiu'er and said flatly,
"That isn't how you use a spear."
Unconvinced, Wang Qiu'er instinctively wanted to argue.
She even pulled back hard, trying to wrest the Golden Dragon Spear