"Fine, fine, you have the final say." Xia Tianling stepped onto the training ground with a helpless look. "Teacher Zhang, let's test strength first."
"Come!" The Soul Saint surnamed Zhang took a standard T-stance. "Heavy Mountain Shield, appear."
Seven soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—appeared in the air, making everyone nearby feel a faint pressure.
A gigantic tower shield as tall as a person crashed down in front of Xia Tianling, carrying the weighty presence of a mountain.
That was precisely how this Soul Saint Zhang's Heavy Mountain Shield Martial Soul got its name. It possessed extremely powerful defenses and a massive, weighty body.
In terms of defense alone, even two Zhao Wujis could not match a single one of him.
"Come on, brat. Let me see what you're made of now."
As he spoke, the first two soul rings beneath his feet flashed. The Heavy Mountain Shield in his hand grew another size, and a circle of earthy yellow light spread around it.
Seeing this, Xia Tianling turned serious. Without activating his Martial Soul, he lunged forward in a single stride.
Bow stance, legs driving forward, waist twisting, straight punch!
Bang!
Xia Tianling's fist collided with the Heavy Mountain Shield with a thunderous boom.
The massive shield was knocked back a short distance by that punch.
Though it was less than half a step, it had indeed retreated. And one had to remember that behind that shield stood a defense-type Soul Saint renowned for his defensive power.
"Good kid, that's some serious strength. That punch of yours, thrown with nothing but your physical body, already carries no less than eighty thousand jin of force!" The Soul Saint was not angered by being pushed back half a step. Instead, he smiled and congratulated Xia Tianling.
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