It was unlike the duels between martial experts in his previous life, which emphasized a formulaic exchange of blows, countering each move as it came.
After his life-and-death struggle with the Mandala Snake, Tang San believed he had grown familiar with the style of combat on the Douluo Continent.
Yet when he saw Xiao Chenyu charging at him, covered in fur with wind swirling around his sharp claws, like a humanoid weapon of slaughter, he was still thoroughly shaken.
My first Soul Skill was broken through that easily?!
"San, tool martial souls are inherently inferior to beast martial souls in physical attributes and attack strength in the early stages, but you'll expend less than he does.
"His Wind Blades can only gather on his claws. Don't lose heart. Look for an opening and try attacking his middle and lower sections!"
"Yu Xiaogang, coaching from outside the arena is forbidden during Soul Fighting. Keep quiet, or I have the right to remove you from the Soul Fighting Zone!"
Yu Xiaogang's ill-timed shout came from the spectator seats. In his anxiety, the good-for-nothing had called Blue Silver Grass a tool martial soul again.
Attack your granny's damned legs!
Tang San inwardly lost his composure, but his hands did not slow in the slightest.
Using strange footwork, he swiftly retreated.
He neither tried to rush forward and clash head-on with Xiao Chenyu nor followed Grandmaster's instructions to mobilize his martial soul. Instead, he fell back on his habitual approach-hidden weapons!
As he retreated, Tang San quickly swept his right hand over Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night. When he raised it again, a handful of needle-shaped objects gleaming with a metallic sheen had appeared in his palm.
In the spectator seats, Ning Rongrong noticed the movement of Tang San's hands. She grabbed Lu Chen's