Cao De held both blades in his hands, feeling the power within his body flow with unprecedented ease.
I can dual-wield from now on.
Cao De twirled a blade in each hand. Back in Slaughter City, he had practiced with his left hand out of boredom. Now that skill had come in handy. Cause and effect really did come full circle. How interesting.
Cao De put both Demon Blades into the System Space and set off toward Spirit City.
The city bustled with activity, and an extraordinary number of Soul Masters had gathered there.
"Hey, young man! The Soul Master Tournament is today. Place a bet-you're guaranteed to win." A man approached Cao De with a cheerful smile.
Cao De looked at the teams listed there.
Hiss! Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong!
Cao De narrowed his eyes at the team Bibi Dong was leading.
Thoughts surged through his mind. Have I traveled back to the past? Or...
Shocked, Cao De waved the man off and took two quick steps before vanishing.
The man wanted to say something else, but when he turned his head, Cao De was nowhere to be seen.
Where did he go? How did he just disappear?
He did not dwell on it. He needed to find another sucker to coax into placing a bet.
With a single step, Cao De appeared high above Spirit Hall. His figure remained concealed in the air, undetected even by Spirit Hall's Titled Douluos.
Cao De narrowed his eyes at Bibi Dong, dressed in red in the arena, as though trying to see right through her.
Yet no matter how he looked, she was a real person, not an illusion or anything of the sort.
He took no action for the moment. If he really had traveled back to the past, even