In the stands, both Dai Mubai and Tang San wore grave expressions. Clearly, Yang Xiong's combat strength had once again exceeded their expectations.
A trace of anger appeared on Dai Mubai's face. "I told Yang Xiong to go easy on her, yet he still struck so heavily."
Tang San shook his head. "Yang Xiong didn't strike heavily. Otherwise, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't possibly have gone uninjured. And I think Yang Xiong seems to have grown stronger."
Dai Mubai was puzzled. "How is that possible? There hasn't been much change in his Soul Power, and even his speed is about the same as when he usually fights us."
"It's not a matter of speed or strength," Tang San said. "I think Yang Xiong's moves have become more fluid. He switches between different techniques faster and more naturally as well. That Self-Created Soul Skill of his, the one that uses softness to overcome hardness, should already be fully developed."
Tang San himself cultivated Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon. At this moment, he felt that Yang Xiong was no weaker than him in this regard, and might even be stronger in some aspects.
When Yang Xiong and Zhu Zhuqing returned to the group, Dai Mubai seemed somewhat displeased. "Yang Xiong, didn't you promise me not to hit Zhuqing too hard? How did she lose so quickly?"
Before Yang Xiong could say anything, the slightly dejected Zhu Zhuqing spoke from behind him. "I was the one who asked him to use his full strength this time. Stay out of my affairs from now on."
Dai Mubai was immediately embarrassed and hurriedly said, "Sorry, I wrongly blamed you."
"Zhuqing, are you all right?"
Zhu Zhuqing glanced at everyone, then turned and left the scene without a word. Dai Mubai quickly followed after her.
Yang Xiong watched the