Seojun muttered, "Found it," as he spotted the necklace clutched in the opponent's hand. He stopped and glanced towards the barrier, ensuring that the swirling dust was still obscuring the view. The dust storm had created a thick fog, and the faces of the onlookers were hidden from his sight.
Satisfied that the audience couldn't see them clearly, Seojun turned his attention back to the opponent. Just then, the opponent seized the moment and unleashed a final, desperate wave of shadow tendrils.
The tendrils shot towards Seojun with explosive speed, but he reacted instantly. Extending his bare hand, he caught the tendrils mid-air, their dark forms wrapping around his fingers. The opponent's eyes widened in shock as Seojun held the tendrils effortlessly.
"How—how are you doing that?!" the opponent gasped, his voice trembling.
Seojun maintained a calm demeanor as he looked at the opponent. "Didn't expect me to handle your shadows so easily huh?"
