Yu Xiaogang stared intently at the stage through his lenses, his fingers curling slightly.
Zhu Zhuqing's tactics were correct.
To deal with a Control System opponent, an Agility Attack System fighter had to use speed to suppress them, leaving them no chance to act.
But Baliya was too cautious.
He was like a turtle hiding inside its shell, poisonous mist constantly enveloping him while the vines stood ready at any moment.
Zhu Zhuqing tried to close in several times in succession, only to be forced back each time.
Time passed second by second.
Cold sweat seeped from Baliya's temples.
He did not have much Soul Power left.
His battle against Lin An earlier had drained quite a bit of it.
And Zhu Zhuqing had clearly noticed that as well.
She moved faster and more frequently, every feint forcing Baliya to release poisonous mist and vines in response.
She was wearing him down.
Just as he had worn down Lin An.
Baliya gritted his teeth. He knew that if this continued, he would undoubtedly lose.
But he had no choice.
He could only gamble that Zhu Zhuqing would exhaust her Soul Power faster than he did.
Yet this was precisely the opportunity Zhu Zhuqing had been waiting for.
The instant Baliya's Soul Power faltered and the range of his poisonous mist shrank slightly—
Her body became a streak of black lightning and shot straight into the heart of the mist.
"What?"
Baliya's eyes widened as he instinctively unleashed one final wave of vines.
But those vines had already become much slower.
Zhu Zhuqing weaved and dodged among them, graceful as though dancing, yet lethal as though hunting.
Three meters.
Two meters.
One meter.
Baliya saw the icy catlike eyes before him clearly.
Then a clawed hand covered in black Soul Power