If someone had told them this before, they would have scoffed at it.
But now, a living example stood right before them.
At this point, they no longer doubted that Jiang Chen possessed strength comparable to a Soul Sage.
Something as bizarre as five ten-thousand-year soul rings had already happened—so what was impossible about having the combat power of a Soul Sage?
Yufeng suddenly grew excited and asked, "How did you do this? Can you teach us?"
The moment his words fell, everyone's eyes lit up, and their heartbeats quickened.
If there really was some shortcut, then the age of their future soul rings would surely increase dramatically.
Jiang Chen shook his head. "You're overthinking it. This mainly depends on talent. No matter how hard you work, you won't reach my level."
"Then what can you teach us?" Shi Mo asked.
Jiang Chen said, "I can target weaknesses in your fighting and defeat you in different ways, doing my best to make those weaknesses disappear."
"What about me?" Ye Lingling asked softly.
She had already given up on the idea of getting to know Shrek. A Soul King with five ten-thousand-year soul rings—such talent could absolutely be called number one on Douluo Continent in her eyes.
Rather than getting to know a group of thirteen-year-old boys, she would rather get to know someone her own age with such terrifying talent.
Jiang Chen looked at Ye Lingling and shook his head. "You're a healing-type Soul Master. No matter how I train you, your combat ability will still be pitifully weak. So, you can leave, or stay to the side and watch."
"Oh." Ye Lingling responded somewhat dejectedly, but she did not leave.
For the rest of the day, aside from eating, all they did was fight.
What shocked everyone again was