Flender rolled his wrists. Seven Soul Rings rose beneath his feet—two yellow, two purple, and three black—as Soul Saint-level Soul Power surged through his body.
"Rongrong, Xiao Wu, be careful." His tone turned serious. "I'll first release Soul Power Suppression at level thirty-five so you can adapt, then gradually increase it. If you can't take it, tell me immediately."
The two girls nodded.
Flender released his Soul Power.
Level thirty-five Soul Power Suppression spread outward from Flender like an invisible tidal wave. This level of pressure was already enough to make Soul Masters below level thirty struggle to breathe and move sluggishly.
Yet Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu showed no reaction at all as they stood there.
Tang San's brow furrowed as his gaze fixed tightly on Xiao Wu.
Flender continued increasing the pressure.
Level forty.
This level of Soul Power Suppression was equivalent to the full pressure of a Soul Ancestor.
Under everyone's grave, worried, or doubtful gazes, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu still stood firm.
There was no reaction whatsoever.
They looked completely at ease.
Ning Rongrong even revealed a hint of boredom.
Xiaogang's brow suddenly tightened.
Flender glanced at him and continued raising the pressure.
"Pay attention," he warned.
Level forty-four.
In theory, this was Xiao Wu's limit.
If Xiaogang's theory was correct, Xiao Wu should have begun showing signs of strain at this point, her Soul Power surging throughout her body in resistance. Even a slight frown would have proven Xiaogang's judgment right.
Everyone's eyes focused on Xiao Wu.
Tang San clenched his fists tighter.
Oscar held his breath.
Dai Mubai leaned forward slightly.
Ma Hongjun's eyes widened.
Yet Xiao Wu stood there with her back straight, her black scorpion braid hanging behind her. Her large dark eyes were impossibly clear, and from beginning to end,