Jun Wangchen stared at the ten burly men below the Tournament Stage, their faces pale and deathly energy swirling around them. His gaze sharpened, his fists clenched, and fury filled his eyes.
He had never considered himself a good person. If someone jumped off a building, he would not be the first to rush to their rescue. But at least he was not a bad person.
He would not trample on other people's interests for his own gain, much less threaten their lives.
Stripping away Soul Force was an evil technique that could kill a person outright.
"A complete lunatic. If he isn't stopped, he'll hurt others." Taking a deep breath, Jun Wangchen's eyes hardened. He interlocked the fingers of both hands, extended his index fingers until they touched, and laid his middle fingers over them, slowly closing his eyes.
"I tread upon a flying dragon in the heavens; iron chains and locks attend my body. Heaven grants no life, earth rules the source. Soul Lock... activate!"
As Jun Wangchen's murmured chant ended, an invisible force formed a great net, enveloping the ten men below the Tournament Stage. Not a trace of Soul Force could escape.
With that done, Jun Wangchen looked at Tian Ba ahead of him, his face expressionless. "You won't stand a chance in the fight to come."
Jun Wangchen's sudden declaration stunned both Tian Ba and the people in the West District camp below the platform.
A moment later, mockery and derision slowly spread across their faces.
"Careful you don't choke on those big words!" Tian Ba sneered inwardly, clearly unaware that his Soul Force could no longer replenish itself.
Before anyone could react, he had already charged up to Jun Wangchen, whipping a knife-hand strike toward his neck with lightning speed.
Jun Wangchen moved like