The repeated hits had thoroughly enraged Zhao Wuji. Being toyed with again and again by a twelve-year-old boy had cost him all face.
"Brat, is fighting dirty all you know?" Zhao Wuji seethed with fury. The boy facing him was as slippery as a loach; the moment he got close, the boy teleported away.
And whenever he tried to pursue, there was no telling when he would step into another trap.
To think that a dignified Soul Saint like him was now being played like a headless fly.
Lu Shiyuan grinned. "Teacher Zhao, you can't expect a Soul Ancestor like me to face you head-on in a contest of strength. That would be unfair."
Who had time to fuss over martial honor in a fight? Who would be foolish enough to pit their own weakness against an enemy's strength?
The battle reached a stalemate. Zhao Wuji could not get close to Lu Shiyuan, which meant he could not inflict enough damage.
Lu Shiyuan's traps gradually lost their effectiveness as well. However elusive they were, they were still only his thousand-year second Soul Skill. As long as Zhao Wuji concentrated, he could detect the faint spatial fluctuations and dodge the spatial rifts in advance.
Once more than half the incense stick had burned away, the increasingly irritated Zhao Wuji finally lost patience.
"Brat, I'm going to use my Martial Soul Avatar now!" He had enough martial honor to warn his opponent before using the skill.
"Go ahead, Teacher Zhao. Show me everything you've got." Soul Saint was the watershed among Soul Masters precisely because of the Martial Soul Avatar skill.
Once activated, a Martial Soul Avatar not only greatly enhanced every attribute, but also granted many unexpected effects.
For instance, Zhao Wuji's Great Strength Vajra Bear Avatar increased his defense by