Wangchuan stood where he was.
He whispered inwardly.
Tso Lan, Shendu, Basha, Tchang Zu, Hsi Wu.
The five templates were independent of one another, and only one could be active at a time.
Until now, he had been using Tso Lan.
But now.
[Secondary template: Tchang Zu (1%)]
He drew a light breath.
Electricity surged deep in his chest, and a burning sensation, as though something had been ignited, rose through every part of his body.
He felt that power race through his meridians, as if something ancient and ferocious were awakening inside him.
Although the progress bar was only at one percent, the sensation itself was already clear enough.
Enough to make him realize one thing.
His mood would be very different when he used this template.
He started forward, planting one foot on the scorch-covered ice.
"Tch."
"My temper seems to have gotten worse."
"So the original really does influence me somewhat..."
He took another step, grinding the broken ice beneath his foot to powder.
"We're all demons, but Tchang Zu's temper... really is far more explosive than mine."
Although it was only one percent.
Those fragments of emotion belonging to "Tchang Zu," carrying a measure of brutality and superiority, had already seeped into the foundations of his thoughts.
They made him speak those words without the slightest hesitation.
It was even a little.
Addictive.
Kuzan stood in the distance.
As he watched Wangchuan's back, his half-lidded eyes opened fully.
As a Marine Admiral, he had seen far too many people on the battlefield.
Within the first three seconds of an exchange, he could roughly judge an opponent's fighting style, emotional state, and the type of Devil Fruit ability they were currently using.
But this man.
Was different.
Kuzan clearly remembered that just thirty seconds earlier,