Time flew like an arrow; the sun and moon sped by like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, another half year had passed.
The back mountain of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
"Zhu Rong! If you've got the guts, don't use soul skills!"
Tang San lay on the ground, his face red and swollen as he spoke through gritted teeth.
When he spoke, there was even a slight whistle in his voice.
Of course, Zhu Rong had not caused that.
Children of six or seven were losing their baby teeth, so speaking with a whistle was perfectly normal.
"Foolish Tang San, that kind of provocation is useless against me."
Zhu Rong shook his head and chuckled.
Over the past half year, his soul power had risen by two levels, from Level 16 to Level 18.
That rate of improvement was already remarkably fast.
After all, Zhu Rong's total soul power was three times that of soul masters at the same level!
The difficulty of increasing his Soul Power Level was likewise three times that of soul masters at the same level!
Fortunately, Zhu Rong was exceptionally talented and trained diligently, allowing him to advance two levels in half a year.
"Tang San, it's been half a year—an entire half year. Yet you're only Level 15. You only advanced one level in half a year! You really are trash!"
Having said that, Zhu Rong glanced at the sky and saw that the sun had already risen before continuing.
"Fighting trash like you is simply a waste of my time. I'm leaving."
With that, Zhu Rong said no more and turned to head down the mountain.
Busy or not, breakfast still had to be eaten.
After more than half a year, Zhu Rong had even learned how to time his