"Teacher, I really have no strength left. Stop playing with me." At that moment, Zhao Zilong lay on the ground. Even though the injuries on his body had already been healed, he did not want to get back up. After sparring with Bibi Dong, he would be injured, healed, injured again, then healed again.
Although his physical injuries could heal quickly, the mental exhaustion and Soul Power consumption were enormous, and the pain was absolutely real.
"Is this your limit?" Bibi Dong asked with some amusement as she watched Zhao Zilong lying on the ground and refusing to get up.
But this boy really is formidable! He is clearly only a Soul King, yet he is stronger than many Soul Emperors. He can even rival a Soul Saint. If that Gentle Fist is used properly, perhaps even a Soul Douluo would suffer at his hands. Bibi Dong looked at Zhao Zilong and thought, His spiritual power is also incredibly strong, fully comparable to a Soul Douluo.
"Alright, get up. I more or less understand your strength now."
Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Zhao Zilong propped himself up and sat on the ground. Bibi Dong asked, "Zilong, let me ask you something. After you used the Blue Silver Overlord Spear just now, were those skills its innate soul skills?"
"More or less." Zhao Zilong explained, "These are abilities granted when I awakened the Blue Silver Emperor. They do not count as soul skills. They are somewhat similar to Spirit Bone Skills, though they still require Soul Power to use."
"Not soul skills?" Bibi Dong frowned slightly at that.
Zhao Zilong continued, "Teacher, does anyone in Spirit Hall have particularly good spear techniques? I want to learn spear arts."
"Spear arts?" Bibi Dong replied, "It seems we were thinking along the same lines.