"Is this all your strength?" Bibi Dong asked calmly as she looked at Zhao Zilong, who sat on the ground, panting heavily.
"Yes, Master..." Zhao Zilong panted, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. "It seems that even if I give it everything I have, I'm still no match for you, Master!"
After fighting Zhao Zilong, Bibi Dong was deeply shocked. The power of Zhao Zilong's Martial Soul Fusion Skill was enough to rival a Titled Douluo's ninth soul skill. Beyond that, Zhao Zilong possessed many special techniques, including the Gentle Fist and spear techniques.
When facing Zhao Zilong, Bibi Dong felt as though she were fighting a Titled Douluo-level expert. She had practically used her full strength against him.
"Your strength is formidable. Although your Soul Power is only level 71 now, your combat strength is already no weaker than that of a Titled Douluo below level 95." Bibi Dong said seriously, "With your current strength, even if you faced a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, you might not be able to defeat it, but it would be very difficult for it to kill you as well."
"Among those of the same level, you are practically unmatched. To be honest, being your master is a very exhausting matter, because I have discovered that there is hardly anything left for me to teach you. However, if you can integrate the techniques you possess and adapt to changing circumstances more effectively, then you will be perfect."
"Integrate them?" Zhao Zilong frowned slightly as he listened.
"Every technique you possess is extremely powerful, but precisely because they are so powerful, you often crush your opponents in battle. However, sometimes you may not be facing one opponent, but a group. So, you should consider how to use your strength more appropriately to defeat your enemies."