Lone Bamboo Sword gritted his teeth. He knew he had still underestimated the boy before him. Someone who possessed a ten thousand year soul ring and a Critical Hit Soul Tool at such a young age could hardly be judged by ordinary standards.
"Heavenly Net!" Lone Bamboo Sword growled. His soul power drained rapidly as purple light flickered. All the bamboo poles embedded in the ground rose again, hanging above Jiang Hai like suspended swords. This time, the poles seemed to have souls of their own, their auras already locking onto Jiang Hai. Meanwhile, countless more bamboo poles seemed to lurk underground, ready to burst through the earth at any moment.
"Go!" At Lone Bamboo Sword's command, the bamboo poles beneath the ground and in the sky attacked Jiang Hai simultaneously, trapping him in a net that stretched from heaven to earth. Through the Glazed Heart Mirror, the dangers hidden underground appeared just as clearly in Jiang Hai's mind. Pole after pole shot upward, and pole after pole plunged from the sky. The entire arena seemed to become a forest bristling with murderous intent. Even with advance warning, Jiang Hai gradually accumulated wounds under the assault of so many bamboo poles. Blood stained his blue-green and white East Cang Uniform.
Watching Jiang Hai, a vicious gleam suddenly appeared in Lone Bamboo Sword's eyes. With Jiang Hai's strength, even if they won this match, he would still be a formidable enemy in the final tiebreaker. Better to cripple him now...
The Soul Fighting Tournament did not prohibit killing. As long as the opponent had not conceded and the referee had not intervened, he could fight with everything he had, even if... he killed his opponent!
Lone Bamboo Sword glanced at the referee as his fifth soul ring lit up silently. The