Zhang Tian's butterflies exploded upon contact with Tul's claws.
The small statured man swiped and sliced at the incoming butterflies while his eyes never let out their focus away from Zhang Tian.
Unbridled greed and will to kill and consume Zhang Tian's soul painted itself obviously in Tul's perverted expressions.
The latter, however, simply weaved around the arena, dodging the incoming claws as would a feather move in a powerful wind gale.
The footwork of Zhang Tian stemmed from his understanding of the Wind Law that he was born in it. The Prince of the Northern Domain of the Vast Expanse had lived his entire life protected by the Northern Wind.
Able to freely move about in extreme and eccentric ways never before seen, as if he danced across a flurry of incoming blades, certain and full of confidence that not even the hem of his robes would be damaged.
