The referee gave the signal, and the match began.
Baros attacked immediately. He didn't close the distance; he simply threw a handful of purple powder towards Leo. Leo quickly dodged, but the powder spread like a mist, encircling him.
Leo tried to use a basic Verdant Dawn technique, creating a wind shield to block the poison. But it was useless. The poison particles passed through his shield like ghosts, touching his skin.
At first, it was just a common burning sensation. But then, the pain transformed. It stabbed inward, coursing through his meridians, like poisonous roots searching for the source of his life force.
Leo screamed in agony, falling to his knees. It was a pain unlike any he had ever felt—a pain that gnawed at his very soul.
"Feel my soul poison!" Baros shouted gleefully
