Florian did not attack immediately. Instead, he focused completely, adjusting himself to his peak condition.
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back. He had not even summoned his Martial Soul; an unfathomably deep, mountain-like aura simply circulated around him naturally.
Merely standing there, he seemed to have merged with the entire Worship Hall, giving off an unshakable sense of immovability.
Florian moved.
There was no probing, no hesitation.
Before someone like Qian Daoliu, holding anything back was foolish and futile. He knew full well that only by going all out could he let his teacher see his current limits.
His first Soul Ring lit up first, gleaming with a lustrous yellow light.
"First Soul Skill, Radiant Thorn Strike!"
With a low shout, his entire body seemed to transform into a straight streak of golden light.
The phantom of his Unicorn Martial Soul almost overlapped with his body, while the energy-conjured horn on his forehead suddenly erupted with dazzling yet gentle radiance.
This strike was fast, precise, and ruthless!
Soul Power was compressed to an extreme and concentrated at a single point. The air tore apart with a faint shriek as he shot straight for Qian Daoliu's chest. The pure power of light contained within that radiance even made the shadows beneath the angel murals on the hall's dome recede slightly.
Faced with a thrust that would have put Soul Masters of the same rank on high alert, Qian Daoliu did not even raise his eyelids.
He merely lifted his right hand casually, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and lightly drew them through the incoming golden streak.
No Soul Ring appeared, and no overwhelming aura erupted. With nothing more than the most basic release of Soul Power, a condensed band of Soul Power, nearly tangible and emitting