Wu Feng's eyes widened:
"Defeat you without using soul skills?"
Tie Shan grinned.
"What, scared?"
Wu Feng gritted her teeth. "Scared of what? Let's fight!"
Huang Fei said nothing and merely stepped silently to her side.
Ning Tian took a deep breath. The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Tower appeared in her palm, but she did not activate any soul skills, merely holding it in her hand.
Tie Shan looked at the three of them, approval flashing through his eyes.
"Begin!"
An hour later.
The three of them sat sprawled at the edge of the Training Ground, gasping for breath.
Wu Feng's face was bruised black and blue, the result of Tie Shan's fist slamming into her shoulder.
Ning Tian rubbed her wrist, which had gone numb from one of Tie Shan's elbow strikes.
Huang Fei was in slightly better condition, but his clothes were covered in dust, and sweat trickled down his forehead.
Tie Shan stood in the middle of the field, calm and composed. "Tired already?"
Wu Feng glared at him weakly.
Tie Shan smiled. "Continue tomorrow."
With that, he turned and left.
The three exchanged looks and smiled bitterly at the same time.
"That old man... he's ruthless." Wu Feng bared her teeth in pain.
Ning Tian sighed softly. "A Level Sixty-Six Soul Emperor—even without soul skills, his physical strength alone is enough to put us through hell."
Huang Fei said nothing, merely circulating his Soul Power and slowly recovering with the Wood Breathing Technique.
Every detail from the fight replayed in his mind.
Tie Shan's footwork, the angles of his punches, the rhythm of his defense...
Though he had taken quite a beating, his gains were equally real.
This kind of high-intensity confrontation could draw out one's potential far more effectively than any meditation.
"Continue tomorrow."