After just one exchange of glances with Chen Ping, thick black mist seeped from the Scorpion Tiger before him, quickly enveloping its entire body.
For a moment, apart from the thick black mist before Chen Ping, there was not a sound. The pads on the Scorpion Tiger's paws concealed its movements completely, and the entire Beast Fighting Arena fell utterly silent, as though Chen Ping were the only one left.
Had that been all, it would have been manageable. The crucial point was that, a moment later, the black mist before Chen Ping seemed to come alive and drifted toward him.
"What a cunning way to attack."
Even Chen Ping had not expected the Scorpion Tiger before him to attack with such cunning.
In the wild, this Scorpion Tiger's method of controlling the black mist to attack so slowly would, at most, have served for an ambush at night.
But this Scorpion Tiger had clearly spent far too many years in Shrek's Beast Fighting Arena-perhaps several years, perhaps ten, or even a hundred.
Battle after battle against Shrek students had taught it two things.
First, it could not deal killing blows to these Shrek youngsters. If it did, at best, Gong Changlong would drag it off by the ears and give it a thrashing. If it refused to learn, it would simply be killed to give the students an extra dish.
As for the second point, these Shrek youngsters could not leave the Beast Fighting Arena. This meant that, as long as it kept releasing black mist, sooner or later it could swallow Chen Ping, who could only dodge and maneuver within the arena.
A black-mist tactic that had originally only worked at night or as a means of escaping encirclement had transformed into an offensive tactic in the Beast