What Zhu Zhuqing had to do was, under the dual suppression of Zhao Linchuan deliberately maintaining the "Lightning Prison" to slow her Soul Power circulation and distort her movements,
and the "Ultimate Lightning" permeating the air with its numbing effect, rely on instinct and reflexes to evade the Lightning Snakes that tracked her as if they were alive!
"Focus! Feel the path of the current! Don't use your eyes—use your Martial Soul to sense it!"
Zhao Linchuan's voice was calm without a trace of emotion. "Don't worry. I'll control the force properly. I won't seriously injure you."
Though he said that, the searing pain and intense numbness brought by the Lightning Snakes grazing past her body were all too real.
Zhao Linchuan showed no inclination to go easy on her. His attacks came with exceptionally tricky frequency and angles.
For a time, this Hell Spirit Cat Soul Master, whose movement techniques had once been famed for agility, was beaten into a miserable state. She struggled desperately, her lithe figure darting frantically through the cramped space amid constant danger.
Scorch marks streaked across her tight leather outfit, leaving her in unbearable misery.
During the brief breaks when Zhu Zhuqing had exhausted her Soul Power and collapsed on the ground, Zhao Linchuan would walk over and teach her about the nature of Martial Souls, fine Soul Power control, and how to unleash one's potential under extreme pressure.
His words were like sweet rain, nourishing her exhausted body and allowing her to grit her teeth and endure.
Day after day, Zhu Zhuqing's attitude toward training became so diligent that it was nearly self-abuse.
She never complained or cried out in exhaustion. Every time she was shocked numb all over, collapsed to the ground, and lost control of her bladder, she would grit her