Having dodged that strike, Tai Yuan had nowhere to brace himself for another attack. He had not yet reached the rank of Soul Saint and could not remain suspended in midair.
However, while Tai Yuan had nowhere to push off from, Wang Nan still had other means at his disposal.
The Soul Tool Thruster on his body had accompanied him for three years, and he had become exceedingly familiar with its operation. As its light flickered continuously, Wang Nan swiftly adjusted his posture in midair, then swept the Coiling Dragon Staff toward the falling Tai Yuan.
Tai Yuan's Second Soul Ring flashed, and the skin on his arms became even tougher. He raised an arm to meet the Coiling Dragon Staff, and the collision produced a dull thud.
Tai Yuan frowned slightly after landing. In that brief exchange, he had already used four Soul Skills, while Wang Nan had truly only used his lowest-level First Soul Skill. Though he was a Soul King, if this continued, he would be the first to run out of Soul Power.
Staring in Wang Nan's direction, Tai Yuan let out a low roar and pounded his chest with both arms, producing a series of heavy thumps. He then leaped up once more, clenched his right hand into a fist, and activated his Fourth Soul Skill. His fist seemed to grow another size larger.
This blow was immensely powerful, disrupting even the surrounding airflow. The air around Wang Nan seemed to be drawn toward that fist, squeezing him in its direction.
Unfortunately, no matter how formidable a Soul Skill was, it could not deal any damage if it failed to hit its enemy. Wang Nan dodged again, lightly tapping Tai Yuan's arm with the Coiling Dragon Staff and diverting the punch elsewhere.
After missing two