Now that was a born hunter!
Aside from the faint vibration Chen Ping had barely managed to detect through the soles of his feet after taking off his shoes, the Scorpion Tiger had given him no other warning whatsoever.
The young Soul Masters on the Soul Fighting Arena were dumbstruck as well. What the hell? All they had seen was that dense black fog spreading farther and farther, swallowing Chen Ping before long.
Immediately afterward, sand and stones suddenly flew from somewhere within the black fog, sending everyone's hearts leaping into their throats.
What these young Soul Masters did not know was that the Scorpion Tiger was even more bewildered.
It was currently clutching a staff as thick as the base of a teacup, scratching and biting at it. Only after a couple of bites did it abruptly realize that neither the texture nor the size was right.
"Whee-wheet-"
Just then, a loud, drawn-out whistle sounded above the Scorpion Tiger's head.
The Scorpion Tiger instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.
By now, the black fog had begun to disperse. Amid the dust, Chen Ping crouched on the tip of the Touch Dragon Staff, the tips of his feet braced against its shaft in a triangular stance. Perched atop the upright staff, he grinned at it.
Not good!
That was the first thought that flashed through the Scorpion Tiger's mind, but Chen Ping had already dropped from the staff. He stomped hard on its head, then used the recoil to spring into the air again.
The next instant, the Touch Dragon Staff in Chen Ping's hands thickened to the width of a bowl's base. He swung it through a full, sweeping arc in midair. His yellow first soul ring flashed beneath his feet, and the staff came crashing straight