Both competitors advanced into the arena at a measured pace, their eyes unwaveringly fixed on each other. Although the match hadn't started yet, they were already searching for weaknesses in their opponent. Despite their Soul Power being only in the low forties, their young age belied the expertise they exuded.
As their gazes locked, a chill ran through them both. As outstanding young Soul Masters, they recognized elements of themselves in their opponent. They understood that this match would be anything but easy.
The referee signaled for both to release their Martial Souls.
Raising his right palm, the familiar blue glow surged from Tang San's hand. He remained as unassuming and unimposing as ever, his face a mask of nonchalance.
