Tang Wulin was also a member of the Tang Sect. Although he had only joined a year ago, meaning his mastery of the Tang Sect's secret arts was far inferior to Beibei's, that did not matter. He was far faster than Beibei. If technique was lacking, he could make up for it with sheer stats.
As a result, he narrowly evaded nearly all of the Golden Leaves in the nick of time.
It was not as though no Golden Leaves grazed his body, but the scattered few clearly could not affect him much.
Even as he dodged, the distance between him and Ye Wuqing rapidly closed. He was already right before Ye Wuqing.
Tang Wulin raised his dragon claw. His Bloodline Power surged, and a faint Dragon Roar rang out as he threw a punch at Ye Wuqing.
In his haste, Ye Wuqing raised his left hand to block, only to be sent flying by the blow.
This soul skill might have worked against someone like Beibei, who did not specialize in strength, but using it against Tang Wulin was wishful thinking.
Tang Wulin did not pause in the slightest. He strode forward and relentlessly pursued Ye Wuqing.
Although Beibei had just been forced back by Ye Wuqing in close combat, that only proved that while Ye Wuqing had some means for close-range fighting, he was still fundamentally a ranged fighter. Close combat remained his weakness.
Ye Wuqing gritted his teeth unwillingly.
Clearly, this brat before him was even more troublesome than Beibei had been. If he let his guard down, he might really lose.
Thus, his black soul ring lit up once more, and the Dance of Golden Leaves descended upon the competition stage again.
However, Ye Wuqing's mentality was different this time. He began to secretly hope Tang