A smile curled at Shuofang Si's lips. He had only just acquired the Frostburn Gloves and had yet to try them in a real fight.
Zhao Wuji's Great Strength Vajra Bear was a martial soul built for head-on clashes, all sweeping, powerful attacks. An opponent like him was perfect for testing how strong Shuofang Si had become.
With that thought, Shuofang Si wasted no more words. He spread the fingers of his right hand, and the Frostburn Gloves appeared, emitting a pale blue haze of cold.
Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow at the gloves. That golden light earlier wasn't his martial soul? Makes sense. These impressive-looking tool martial soul gloves are more like it.
And this brat claimed he wasn't messing with me!
I'll teach him a proper lesson. Zhao Wuji grinned as earthy yellow soul power surged out of his body. His second soul ring lit up: Great Strength Vajra Palm.
His hands transformed into bear paws. He raised one and struck, bringing a palm as broad as a palm-leaf fan down on Shuofang Si, wrapped in dense soul power.
The blow combined strength and speed, compressing the air into a dull howl.
Shuofang Si's lips curled. A head-on clash? Just what I wanted.
Let's see whether the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, Golden Bell Shield, and my dragon blood-tempered body can withstand a Soul Saint's frontal assault.
Shuofang Si did not give an inch. He took Zhao Wuji's palm head-on, and it left only a red mark on his arm.
He countered with a claw strike at Zhao Wuji's wrist. The force of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw mingled with the chill of the Frostburn Gloves, and a thin layer of white frost formed on Zhao Wuji's forearm in the wake of the strike.
Zhao Wuji felt his wrist