Lu Ming glanced at the departing Ning Rongrong but paid her no mind, instead turning his gaze toward Zhu Zhuqing.
"Your Martial Soul is the Hell Spirit Cat, focused on speed and explosive power."
"However, your attacks are far too singular, and your Soul Power circulation has many unnecessary expenditures."
The moment he spoke, he went straight to the heart of the matter.
Zhu Zhuqing was startled. Not even Yu Xiaogang, that Master, had ever pointed out these issues to her.
"Please instruct me!" she said respectfully.
Lu Ming nodded and slowly walked over to her.
"Now, attack me at your fastest speed."
"This..." Zhu Zhuqing hesitated.
"Don't hold back," Lu Ming said.
"Yes!"
Zhu Zhuqing no longer hesitated. With Martial Soul Possession, her figure instantly became a black shadow, her sharp claws striking toward Lu Ming.
However, before her claws could touch Lu Ming, her wrist was caught by a warm, large hand.
At some point, Lu Ming had already appeared at her side.
"Too slow."
His voice sounded beside Zhu Zhuqing's ear, carrying a trace of warm breath that instantly reddened her ears.
"Your power is too scattered. Watch carefully."
Lu Ming held her hand and guided the Soul Power within her body.
"Concentrate your Soul Power at your fingertips, like this..."
As he spoke, his fingers lightly traced Zhu Zhuqing's arm. A strange Soul Power circulation diagram was clearly imprinted in her perception.
"When attacking, exert force from your waist and drive your entire body, rather than relying solely on your arms."
Lu Ming's hand slid downward and lightly settled on Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist, which could barely be held in one hand. Applying a little force, he helped her adjust her posture.
Zhu Zhuqing's body suddenly stiffened as an electric current shot from her waist through