Number Forty-Seven floated up and flew in Tang Wulin's direction with just her silhouette flashing past at lightning speed. She was an agility-type soul master with seven soul rings, a seven-ring Soul Sage!
There was no doubt that only the best from the soul masters' world was capable of entering the finals of the round-robin tournament. In fact, they were the best of the battle armor masters' world. It was utterly impossible that they could sustain until this stage of the competition without their two-word battle armors.
The opponent's speed was incomparably and unusually swift. Even the weakest agility-type soul master with a seven-ring rank could break through the speed of sound. Consequently, the distance between the two shortened in just a moment. A whiff of faint coldness swept across his entire body, yet he could not see his opponent's true bearings.
'Truly, she's so quick!'
'So what?'