What did being level thirty-four at the age of twelve mean?
It meant that if she maintained this pace, she could become a Soul Ancestor by sixteen. By twenty, she would very likely have already reached the threshold of Soul King.
That realization struck Feng Xiaotian's heart like a heavy hammer.
And the battle that followed left him utterly dumbfounded.
The concealment and lethality of the Phosphor Flame Seed, the ferocity and control of the Compressed Flame Core, the finesse and unpredictability of Flashflame Step.
With a textbook-perfect battle, Lia showed everyone what a true genius was.
It was not simply relying on Soul Power to crush an opponent, nor was it relying on the quality of one's Martial Soul to suppress them. It was pushing every soul skill to its limits and planning every step of the battle.
When Feng Xiaotian saw Lia gently press that warm flame against Huo Wu's chest, his entire body went rigid.
It was not because he feared Huo Wu would be hurt, but because he was shaken by her composure, as though everything were under her control.
He thought of his training over the years—three days of fishing, two days of drying nets. He had grown lax because of his decent talent and had always thought that being good enough was enough.
He thought of the smug satisfaction he had felt while developing the Gale Thirty-Six Continuous Slashes, as though creating a Self-Created Soul Skill were some incredible achievement.
But now, as he looked at the girl on the arena stage who was five years younger than him, he suddenly felt that his pride was laughable.
They both possessed Innate Full Soul Power, yet Lia had already reached level thirty-four at twelve.
And what about him? What level had he been at when