Dashi Rahman Khan's claws flashed, whipping up a gust of wind. Chen Xiaojun nimbly sprang sideways, avoiding the vicious strike. Both came to a halt, their eyes blazing as they faced each other.
Among the Wolf Bandits, the Rahman Khan clan had always been renowned for its agility. By the standards of the Soul Master system, Dashi Rahman Khan was undoubtedly an outstanding agility attack type, boasting high speed and attack power but low defense and vitality.
Now, his left arm was injured, blood pouring from it and staining his clothes red. Both he and Chen Xiaojun had suffered fresh wounds.
Although Chen Xiaojun had temporarily sealed the wound on his shoulder with soul power, every movement still tugged at it. Along with the pain came waves of dizziness.
A sickly sweetness tinged with the taste of rust rose in his throat. With astonishing willpower, he forced it down, refusing to let even a trace escape.
For Chen Xiaojun, a Soul King, facing a powerful Soul Douluo alone had been a hopelessly uneven contest from the start.
Moreover, he had already spared no expense in unleashing powerful soul skills that consumed enormous amounts of mental power, such as the Xuanwu Mark, Intent Augmentation, and the Yin-Yang Domain. These actions had undoubtedly piled frost upon the snow of his Upper Soul Nest's injuries. Countless tiny electric drills seemed to spin inside his mind, inflicting unbearable pain.
Sweat trickled down Chen Xiaojun's brows, mingling with the patches of blood on his cheeks, yet none of it could hide the indomitable light in his eyes.
Under these circumstances, every second tested Chen Xiaojun's will and limits.
Dashi Rahman Khan stared at the enemy before him. A measure of admiration involuntarily rose within him, and his killing intent grew even stronger.
"Boy, you really