Invisible currents of air formed an unseen giant hand that reached for the two Hall of Souls Dou Zongs, but a powerful burst of Dou Qi dispersed the currents Accelerator controlled.
One Hall of Souls Dou Zong stared uncertainly at Accelerator, taking in his white hair, red eyes, and unnaturally pale skin. "I can't sense any Dou Qi. What secret art is this?"
The other Hall of Souls Dou Zong lunged straight at Accelerator with murder written across his face, intending to kill the bizarre-looking White-Haired Youth with a single punch.
"Idiot! Not that I hate guys like you." As the Hall of Souls Dou Zong charged up to him, Accelerator grinned, his crimson eyes blazing with crazed bloodlust. He reached out to grab the fist hurtling toward him, wrapped in powerful Dou Qi.
Crack, crack-
The Hall of Souls Dou Zong's face twisted in terror and bewilderment. Just before his fist touched Accelerator's body, his entire arm suddenly turned to dust, and excruciating pain stabbed through him.
The Hall of Souls Dou Zong who had lost his arm shot backward, clutching his wound with his remaining left hand. His face darkened with shock and fury as he stared at Accelerator's mocking grin.
"What's wrong? Not coming at me? Or do you want me to come to you?"
His grasp having caught nothing, Accelerator laughed low in his throat. Four small, raging tornadoes formed behind him, serving as engines that propelled him forward. In an instant, he closed in on the Hall of Souls Dou Zong whose arm he had destroyed, ready to make physical contact, reverse his blood flow, and make him explode.
Fear had gripped the Hall of Souls Dou Zong after the inexplicable loss of his arm. At the sight of Accelerator charging toward him, he instinctively