One afternoon, half a month later.
Xiao Qing hadn't gone to the Soul Fighting Arena to compete that day. Instead, he sought out Flender. Something had been troubling him for quite some time.
He'd recently racked up a considerable number of consecutive wins at the Soul Fighting Arena. Between the individual, doubles, and team matches, he'd won more than thirty bouts.
But among the opponents he'd faced, he could hardly find anyone who put him under any real pressure.
Now, in every battle, he could easily spot his opponent's weakness and end the match in the most direct way possible.
But these fights weren't improving his combat skills or helping him develop combined techniques.
As for combined techniques, Xiao Qing had managed to get Xiao Feng and Thunder Feather's Soul Power to resonate at a steady frequency. Still, whenever he tried to bring the technique to life, he felt something was missing.
Xiao Qing knew he needed to fight to find that missing piece—especially in battles that made him feel in danger and forced him to seek it out.
After hearing him out, Flender leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the desk.
He'd been in high spirits lately. The Soul Fighting Arena's income had greatly improved Shrek Academy's finances, and he practically walked with a spring in his step.
But Xiao Qing's question deserved serious consideration. Xiao Qing wasn't just his student; he was also his cash cow.
Xiao Qing's situation was different from Dai Mubai and Tang San's. They performed well against opponents of their own level, but nowhere near as overwhelmingly as Xiao Qing did.
Xiao Qing's current strength had already surpassed what ordinary matches could offer in the way of training.
If he wanted to keep gaining practical experience, he could either