"Next is Mubai."
Dai Mubai sat up straighter. Though he was three years older than Ma Hongjun, he no longer dared underestimate this younger upperclassman when it came to theory. He had never prepared the medicinal bath formula himself, but he had soaked in it. His body knew exactly how effective it was.
"Mubai's first soul skill is White Tiger Barrier, a defensive skill. His second is White Tiger Intense Light Wave, a ranged attack. One defends while the other attacks, one is close-range while the other is long-range. They complement each other well."
Ma Hongjun paused and looked Dai Mubai in the eyes.
"For your third Soul Ring, I suggest a brutal close-combat skill to make up for your lack of frontal combat power. The White Tiger is a top-tier Beast Martial Soul, but Mubai's current methods are either standing at a distance and firing light waves or rushing in close to tear at enemies with ordinary tiger claws. You lack a true close-range burst skill—something fierce enough to crush the enemy line when you charge into a crowd."
Dai Mubai's fingers twitched slightly. Ma Hongjun had struck right at his sore spot.
"What soul beast would be suitable?" he asked.
Ma Hongjun glanced at Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji had no idea why he was getting that look.
"A Vajra Bear. The same kind as Oscar's second Soul Ring, but with a much higher cultivation—at least three thousand five hundred years. Mubai's physical foundation is far stronger than Oscar's. At peak condition, the strength boost will be even more terrifying than Little Oscar's. Combined with Mubai's tiger palms and the explosive power of the White Tiger Martial Soul, a single punch would be enough that even Battle Soul Masters of the same rank couldn't withstand it. If it hits