Poison Essence

The battle between the man and Pearl lasted nearly 10 minutes with both sides attacking each other, and both of them defending.

Whitestorm, the white-haired fox, sat in one of the seats alongside a few of his men and watched the battle on the stage.

"One side is good with defense," he said. "And the other one is still clearly hiding something. This battle might take much longer than this."

"Do you think he will win though, boss?" the man next to him asked. "There is a lot riding on him."

"He will win this one," the fox said. "I am certain of that much. But the issue comes later when his opponents get stronger. I cannot tell what else he could pull out to fight stronger fighters. I know nothing about him at all."

The people next to him nodded. "And our searches revealed nothing either," one of them said. "But I do still think he's one of the alchemists taking part in the tournament. I have recently seen many alchemists wearing those."