"Shhk! Shhk! Shhk!"
The sounds of claws scraping against fabric rang out in rapid succession.
Zhang San felt a burst of searing pain in his flank, as though several ice picks had pierced him at once, and his speed instantly faltered.
He turned his head in horror, only to see that Zhu Zhuqing had already used the momentum of her attack to retreat three meters away.
A faint, eerie glow still lingered at her fingertips. Her eyes were icy as she watched him, as though looking at prey.
Zhang San lowered his head to look at his flank. Several gashes had been torn through his black clothes.
Blood had already seeped out beneath the fabric. The intense pain made him let out a muffled groan, and even the Soul Power within his body grew somewhat disordered.
Only then did he realize that the seemingly cool, aloof girl before him was far fiercer than he had imagined.
The spectators in the stands were stunned into utter silence by the lightning-fast exchange, then erupted into even more enthusiastic cheers:
"What fast claw strikes! That Hell Spirit Cat is way too fierce!"
"Zhang San didn't even have time to react!"
On the platform, Zhu Zhuqing gave her opponent no chance to catch his breath, lightly tapping the ground with her toes.
Her figure once again became a black shadow as she pounced toward the wounded Zhang San, the light of the hunt flashing in her eyes.
Feeling the intense pain in his flank, Zhang San lost every trace of frivolity in his eyes, replaced by solemnity and a hint of lingering fear.
He abruptly drew a deep breath. Soul Power circulated wildly through his body, and a cyan light shone again, several times stronger than before.
That last attack had made him fully