Only after truly attempting it did Bone Douluo and Ning Fengzhi understand just how difficult it was to create a Self-Created Soul Skill.
Bone Douluo was also a Titled Douluo, and his control over his own Soul Power was exceptionally strong.
Yet he could not achieve Condensing Qi into Sword.
If asked to use his martial soul to condense a bone sword, he could do so with ease.
But Condensing Qi into Sword was an entirely new endeavor for him.
He felt that he should be able to do it, but mastering it in a short time like Su Mo had was impossible.
He estimated that it would take him at least half a year.
As for Ning Fengzhi, there was even less to say. On his first attempt, he had not the slightest clue where to begin.
Only then did they understand just what an extraordinary monster Su Mo was.
"Su Mo's talent for learning is truly terrifying!"
Ning Fengzhi sighed again.
When Su Mo entered his Void Space again, Tang Hao was sitting cross-legged in the center of the Floating Island, regulating his breathing.
His hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and his beard covered most of his face. Only his eyes still shone brightly, like two flames unwilling to go out.
He did not know why Su Mo had imprisoned him here without killing him outright, instead challenging him again every time he recovered.
Tang Hao did not understand such things.
But as long as he recovered, as long as Su Mo dared to come, he would fight again.
He refused to believe that he could not hit Su Mo even once.
Once. He only needed to land one hit, and he was confident he could hammer that damned Su Mo to death.
"Tang