Bai Baoshan lightly probed with his Soul Power and sensed that although Fang Ling's Soul Power was far less vigorous than his own, it carried an inexplicable sharpness.
Unyielding and indomitable, filled with lofty ambition.
Surging battle intent kept his Soul Power moving rapidly at every moment.
Bai Baoshan was even more astonished. Such conviction could be found within Soul Power itself—what a powerful will.
If Fang Ling had better talent, if he were not merely Innate Level One...
Paired with such a powerful will, the thought was almost unimaginable.
What a pity...
He sighed inwardly.
As his Soul Power gradually increased, the pressure soon reached Level Twenty-three.
Fang Ling was still gritting his teeth and holding on.
A flicker of surprise flashed through Bai Baoshan's narrowed eyes.
To his astonishment, Fang Ling's physical endurance seemed to far exceed the limits an ordinary Level Twenty-three junior Soul Master should possess.
Under the pressure Bai Baoshan exerted at the same level, he showed not the slightest sign of pain.
One had to know that this was supposed to be the limit that a Level Twenty-three junior Soul Master could barely endure.
It was widely known that when low-level Soul Masters endured the direct Soul Power pressure of higher-level Soul Masters, being able to persist against pressure equivalent to two-thirds of their own level already made one exceptionally outstanding.
And if one could endure pressure equal to one's own Soul Power level, then one's willpower was exceedingly firm.
But the prerequisite for all that was the release of one's Martial Soul.
"Not bad!" Bai Baoshan's gaze grew ever more appreciative, though he also found it increasingly regrettable.
Having sensed Fang Ling's Soul Power, he had no doubt about the boy's willpower.
What he had not expected was that his physical strength would