Qing Long felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that if he let Wukong unleash his full power, he wouldn't walk away alive. This battle, meant to be a clash between the younger generation, risked escalating into a conflict between great powers if his aunt decided to intervene. He had no choice. He had to go all in.
His opponent was arrogant, convinced of his superiority. He openly despised him.
*'Could I exploit this weakness?'*
Even if he couldn't fully wield his law yet, he still had one card left.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The power of [Bone of Transcendence] allowed him to push his state beyond its limits for a few precious seconds. Enough, perhaps, to turn the tide.
His palms clenched, and a blinding light burst from his hands. Two contradictory energies swirled within, dancing in perfect harmony.
"Embody the balance of forces with the sun and moon in your azure claws. The Arbiter of Dharma," he whispered.
