Waiting for her moment, her eyes ripped open, and following the movements of both men, Yi herself growing calmer with a bde in each hand. It henomenon that the Grandmaster had assigo the fact that her more powerful bat spirit, the twin moonflower bdes, influenced heavily upon her. She had never used them sihe st time in the forest. No, she kept them hidden like her brother hid his hammer. Maybe even more zealously and imbued with paranoia than he did. If she ever should lose trol, she was dead.

  No sed ces, no sed thoughts but poof...Tang Yin is go all times. Tang San suddenly made young Master Dai stumble bad curse at his bad luck as he was impressed by his oppo, who had to be several years younger, ached him equally in martial arts.

  His gaze flickered to Tang Yin, who stood aside, bdes in hand, and one o be no genius to guess that if he should so much as endahe boy, she would make mi out of him and not hold back. Her eyes polished blue orbs that tracked his every movement and twitch of the muscle. She was just as dangerous as the boy, and he hadn't got any idea what the other two girls were capable of and if they were anything like the dark-haired siblings.

  "Still want to go on?" Tang San asked calmly. Drawing the young master's attention. A smile spread, and he ughed as he assorted himself.

  "Even more so than before. I had not expected that you would be good. This is my loss, the room is yours, but I'd love to tihis fight." He answered, and Tang Yi his spirit power rising.

  "White tiger, body enha." He announced and then started ging. His blonde hair went from blond to the colors of white Tigers stripes. Bd White. On his temple, equally, stirpes began to appear and form the character for King; his hands grew rger and viciously cwed fur on the back of them.

  The guy did not only resemble a cat. He was a cat, a rge cat. A hunting cat. His eyes gleamed crystalline and icy blue with the light of a predatlowing ihem. Two Yellourple Rings rose around him as he bowed elegantly and now with airely different demeanor.

  "Dai Mubai, spirit: white tiger, rank thirty-seven, battle spirit elder. If you'd be so kind."

  Tang Yin stepped forward and watched as Tang San released his spirit. Opening his hand, blue silver grass unfurled in his hand and coiled around him. His eyes glowed more brightly than ever as he positioned himself simirly formally. Two Yells rose from him.

  "Tang San, spirit, blue silver grass, rank twenty-ool spirit grandmaster. It's my honor."

  Dai Mubais's eyes wide sight, and Tang Yin put her pin bato her hair and opened her own hand. Her eyes ged from blue into the same gleaming ones as Tang San, steaked with more silver. The grass unfurling in her hand was simir to his, but the difference could easily be made out if one looked closely.

  Tang Sans grass had a stern, the leaves spiked and drical in shape, and it was darker. Tang Yins was lighter, her leaves slightly more promi and the design more irregur, and there were no thorns. Instead, it seemed more flexible as it swayed in her ha in right as if having a life of its own. Dai Mubai's mouth was wide open in shock as he stared at Tang Yin. One Yellow and two purple Rings rose around her, and she smiled faintly.

  "Tang Yin, spirit, blue silver grass, rank thirty-five. Tool spirit elder. Stop Gaping, would you." Her tone was less formal as she smiled. "Still want to fight?"

  He showed off his es as he looked at the two. "Sure, now I just 't decide whom because I'd be crushed if I fought both of you, most likely. Just one question what kind of freaks are you." His voice rumbled, and Tang San looked at Tang Yin. He obviously had grown to finish his spar with Dai Mubai, and Tang Yin tucked her spirit power back away as she stepped back.

  "Make him mi, Bro. Although boys, you might want to fight outside. I am sure the Manager would be delighted." She cheered them on and poi a hastily nodding Manager Wang, who almost had tears in his eyes, before heading to Xiao Wu and Ning Feng, who both rexed as well, seeing that it had bee a friendly spar from a formerly hostile situation.

  Uhe immehankful stare of the Manager, who bowed several times to Tang Yin in thankfulness for having moved the fight to the outside.