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At the start of the battle, You Lang had fallen into a disadvantage due to his lack of understanding regarding Soul Warriors.
He had been forced back by Zhang Tie's palm strike, though he wasn't injured. Instead, the exchange allowed him to gain a preliminary understanding of Zhang Tie's strength and style.
This man's physical defense is powerful and his strength is quite decent. His offensive style is wide and sweeping, yet he shows almost no notable speed.
Thinking of this, a light flickered in You Lang's eyes.
Without a moment's hesitation, he directly unleashed his first soul skill. Having stabilized his footing after being pushed back, You Lang did not wait for Zhang Tie to follow up with a pursuit.
The Soul Power radiance on his body suddenly flared, and a yellow soul ring emerged from within his body, rotating slowly.
"First Soul Skill: Nether Raid."
As he channeled the power of the soul ring, the black light surrounding You Lang grew increasingly dense.
With a light tap of his toes, he suddenly charged toward Zhang Tie. His speed was far superior to before, appearing like a streak of black shadow, so fast that he became a blur to the eye, leaving several black afterimages in his wake.
A flash of black light passed.
Before Zhang Tie could even discern You Lang's form, he was suddenly attacked from behind. Relying on the speed boost from his first soul skill, You Lang arrived behind Zhang Tie in an instant, raking a claw toward his back.
Of course, the result was the same as before.
Although the sound of the impact was sharper and the marks left behind were deeper than the previous strikes, he ultimately failed to tear through Zhang Tie's defense.
However, this was exactly as You Lang expected.
He never intended to win with a single blow. Seeing Zhang Tie turn back to throw a punch, the black figure flashed, easily evading the attack.
His punch hitting only air, Zhang Tie frowned.
He realized his situation was becoming extremely passive; he was being led by the nose by You Lang, yet he had no way to pin the man down.
With a wolfish howl, You Lang's attacks arrived in rapid succession. Suddenly, You Lang seemed to circle Zhang Tie like a black phantom. His sharp claws were like blades, and his movement was as swift as a ghost.
Although he couldn't directly inflict heavy damage on Zhang Tie, he left a series of claw marks on his body, with the marks on the back being the deepest. Clearly, You Lang knew that Zhang Tie's physical defense was formidable.
Even if he used his second soul skill, he might not break that defense in one shot.
Therefore, he intended to use his advantage in speed to weaken the defense on the back as much as possible—accumulating small advantages to eventually defeat the enemy with a final strike.
Before long, Zhang Tie's upper garment had become tattered, shredded beyond recognition by You Lang. Having sustained multiple hits, he found it increasingly taxing to deal with You Lang's assaults.
With a heavy heart, Zhang Tie shifted his technique.
He no longer fought with the wide, sweeping movements from before. Every strike became extremely disciplined, and his footwork turned methodical. His steps were quite ingenious, following hidden patterns.
Under the combination of the two, Zhang Tie's movements actually became rather eerie, making it impossible to predict his next position.
The sounds of "Bang, Bang" rang out repeatedly.
Although Zhang Tie's raw speed hadn't increased, his movements became incredibly elusive after deploying this new fist technique. Relying on short-range bursts of speed, he even created several afterimages around himself.
With his tracks becoming unpredictable, he actually managed to evade several of You Lang's attacks. The two began to clash fiercely, locked in a stalemate.
The scene suddenly became complex.
Both sides employed their respective methods; afterimages overlapped, and their forms became hard to track. Iron fists collided with dark wolf claws, sending out waves of energy and constant tremors of sound.
"This fist technique is quite distinctive. It differs greatly from the soul skills of our Soul Master lineage. It doesn't focus on raw power, but rather on the variations of the moves. Under these circumstances, it actually compensates for his lack of speed."
"This technique is called Lost Track Fist Technique, ranked at High-Level Yellow Grade. The power of the fist technique itself isn't particularly noteworthy, and the variations in the moves aren't incredibly profound either."
"The essence of this Soul Martial Technique lies in the Lost Track Steps paired with the strikes. Once the Lost Track Steps are deployed, the practitioner's movement becomes unpredictable and their tracks hard to find."
"Combined with the variations of the associated fist technique to subdue the enemy, the effect is quite good."
Nodding, Dai Weisi then asked with some confusion, "Since this Soul Martial Technique is so effective, why didn't he use it earlier?"
"Hehe, because the Lost Track Fist Technique technique is slightly more complex compared to ordinary Soul Martial Techniques that focus on direct power. And A-Tie, this child... his comprehension is a bit lower."
"To this day, he hasn't managed to learn a single Black Grade Soul Martial Technique. Although he has mastered several Yellow Grade techniques that lean toward being fierce and powerful, he hadn't completely mastered this Lost Track Fist Technique yet."
"However, looking at it now, this battle has given him enough pressure. The Lost Track Fist he is performing now is much better than when he practiced it in the past."
On the field, Zhang Tie's expression grew more joyful.
Usually, when practicing this technique, he always failed to grasp the essence—either the punches were wrong or the footwork was disordered. Today, under pressure, he actually performed it perfectly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sounds of collision rang out incessantly.
Although Zhang Tie was no longer clearly countered by You Lang's speed after using Lost Track Fist and was able to counter-attack, he still couldn't completely evade all attacks.
However, relying on the powerful defense cultivated by the Iron Cloth Skill, these minor hits were inconsequential.
You Lang's brow furrowed.
The opponent's footwork was indeed ingenious; once deployed, it became highly deceptive. Even though he was fast, many of his attacks were still being dodged. If this continued, he feared it would be difficult to find a chance for victory.
Giving up on his previous plan, he lunged with a claw, and his figure flashed and vanished. Using Nether Raid, You Lang evaded a whip-kick from Zhang Tie while simultaneously appearing at his side.
A yellow soul ring emitting strong Soul Power fluctuations was released.
After drawing upon the power of the soul ring and coordinating it with his Martial Soul and Soul Power, a powerful aura rose from You Lang's body. Black Soul Power light flared as dense dark-attribute energy surged like a tide.
It actually transformed into a massive black claw extending from the right wrist of You Lang's Martial Soul form, swiping toward Zhang Tie. It left a dark, shadowy trail in the air.
This was You Lang's second soul skill: Nether Claw.
Not only was the sharpness of his wolf claws greatly increased, but the massive black claw—formed by the Martial Soul's essence combined with the soul ring's power—possessed extremely strong corrosive properties.
"So fast!"
Zhang Tie was startled.
With this strike, You Lang's speed was so great that he couldn't evade even with Lost Track Steps. It was too late to use a Soul Martial Technique to counter-attack; he could only endure it.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the Soul Qi within his body surged through his meridians following the special path of the Iron Cloth Skill. Suddenly, a faint grey glow emanated from him, making him look like a massive block of iron.
At this moment, the Iron Cloth Skill was pushed to its limit, and his physical defense increased dramatically.
"Bang!"
You Lang's second soul skill hit Zhang Tie head-on.
The air vibrated, letting out a thunderous boom. Strong fluctuations of power spread out, causing ripples in the air.
Although Zhang Tie had successfully cultivated the Iron Cloth Skill and possessed impressive physical defense and strength, he was still sent flying by You Lang's claw.
His body, seemingly out of control, soared backward and crashed into the ground over ten meters away.
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