Then the aura around him suddenly became more refined. Though it still fell short of the bullet-time effect that came from an extreme difference in speed, Wang Feng could now clearly see Su Yuntao's movements! Does Soul Power rising feel like this?
"Those two Soul Skills are nothing special, and Su Yuntao's injured, but even so, Wang Feng can't resist them once he uses them."
His speed had suddenly increased! Wang Feng's instep, on the other hand, throbbed with pain. A thought stirred in his mind: So this is a Soul Skill?
"Master Su, here I come!"
Tang San and Su Yuntao couldn't sense it, but Tang Hao could. "This first form of the Golden Lotus can restore and heal, and temporarily increase someone else's Soul Power, too?"
He was incredibly fast—not much slower than Su Yuntao was now!
Su Yuntao fixed Wang Feng with a deeply displeased stare.
Suddenly, Tang Hao's gaze fell on Wang Feng. Just then, for an instant, a strange power had flickered around the boy before vanishing.
"Huh, did he break through?"
"Soul Skill: Rigid Back!"
Whoosh!
He'd worn the two-hundred-pound iron gear for nearly two months and had long since gotten used to the weight.
"These iron guards must weigh at least a hundred or two hundred pounds, right?" Tang San looked at Brother Feng, who seemed leaner and more sinewy than before.
In almost an instant, Su Yuntao appeared behind Wang Feng, moving so fast that Wang Feng couldn't react!
The rushing wind seemed sharp enough to tear through leaves.
Wang Feng had learned his lesson and didn't draw on all his power. Otherwise, he'd end up like the other day, completely drained and collapsed on the ground. That would be too obvious!
Su Yuntao's mouth twitched violently.
His kick swept through the air with a sharp whistle, stopping just inches from Wang Feng's back!
Su Yuntao moved, and a phantom actually appeared!
Then—
Thud!
If it were me, Master Su wouldn't even need Martial Soul Possession to beat me easily.
"Wang Feng's going to lose!"
He'd never expected the kid to have been hiding his strength!
His Martial Spirit?
He's so young, and those iron guards weigh at least three times as much as he does. Wouldn't they damage his body?
Was this really a six-year-old child?
"???" Tang Hao.
"So the raw iron he kept taking from me was to make himself a set of iron guards?"
Tang Hao rubbed his head.
"Awooo~"
Wang Feng's hand flickered, and a Golden Lotus bloomed quietly!
So Brother Feng had been fighting a Soul Grandmaster of level twenty-six while wearing nearly two hundred pounds of iron?
Was he an ant?
Tang San nodded, thinking that it was still pretty impressive.
What recklessness!
Tang Hao shook his head.
Could the kid be behind this?
Su Yuntao said nothing. His body blurred into a streak as he charged at Wang Feng!
Wang Feng immediately withdrew the Golden Lotus!
"???" Tang San.
That brief surge had made half the Soul Power in Wang Feng's body disappear.
Tang Hao frowned.
I really can't use it carelessly.
At the critical moment, Su Yuntao's Lone Wolf Martial Spirit suddenly appeared, and a blue glow spread across his body.
But...
The kick had no effect at all.
Tang Hao stood up, startled. "His Soul Power seems to have gone up a level? Why now? And it feels a little strange..."
He's still holding his own? Even getting the upper hand?
Any kind of training came with side effects. A kid like Wang Feng, who trained as if he didn't care whether he lived or died, would put a tremendous strain on his body and cause serious damage.
As the iron gear struck the rocks, sparks flew!
Tang Hao shook his head. Never mind. This is Wang Feng's own business; I don't need to interfere.
Bang!
It stopped!
Suddenly!
A lone wolf's howl seemed to ring out. Su Yuntao bent his knees slightly, his legs growing more flexible as a faint layer of white, downy energy appeared around them.
There was no way to dodge this move.
He'd actually forced Master Su to use his Martial Spirit?
That gear must weigh two or three times more than he does!
"Let me test something..."
Without the Meteor Tear, Wang Feng wouldn't dare do this.
Tang San: "..."
Then Su Yuntao's face flushed red. The Lone Wolf Martial Spirit appeared behind him, and a faint golden light seemed to cover his entire body.
And Wang Feng was astonished.
"Eat my Foshan Shadowless Kick!"
I'll have to keep increasing the weight little by little from now on. This is the kind of feeling that makes it worth it!
"Ah~~"
The original Douluo Continent novel hadn't gone into detail about Su Yuntao's Soul Skills, so Wang Feng didn't know what they were.
Sure enough, Soul Skills are on another level. It's like there's a layer of steel on Brother Tao's back. That kick hurt like hell.
Wang Feng pondered.
Nor would he know that the Meteor Tear in Wang Feng's heart constantly repaired the damage caused by overtraining.
Su Yuntao lowered his voice. He bent at the waist, a faint blue glow gathering over his back!
"Could that be a hidden trait of the Lone Wolf Martial Spirit?" Tang Hao wondered, puzzled.
Wang Feng kicked the blue glow, sending out ripples like those on water!
At that moment, with their eyes wide, the three of them stared in disbelief.
But after taking it off, he felt so relieved that the whole world seemed weightless.
Tang Hao looked at Su Yuntao, finding him a little strange.
"Soul Skill: Spirit Speed!"
A faint golden energy entered Su Yuntao's body.
Wang Feng smiled slightly and lightly tapped the ground with his toes, dodging the kick to the side.
But this time—
Su Yuntao suddenly stopped!
So that was it. For the past few months, I thought Brother Feng had just gotten fat.
Su Yuntao seemed unable to hold back. He suddenly let out a groan.
The sound was as if he were about to burst, barely managing to keep something in.
If that was really the case, then Wang Feng's Martial Spirit was quite extraordinary.
Su Yuntao lowered his voice again.
Tang Hao drawled, "The kid really is impressive. Just relying on his physical strength, he could keep up with Su Yuntao even after Martial Soul Possession. But Soul Skills aren't just simple moves; they're what can boost a Spirit Master's strength."
Wang Feng knew Su Yuntao was stronger than he'd imagined. Even if his physical strength let him keep up, he'd be in trouble once Soul Skills came into play.
It really was strange...
Su Yuntao was wearing at least two hundred pounds of iron gear, had been trading blows with him, and now he'd made him use his Martial Spirit.
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