Just as the two girls had guessed, Lu Shiyuan's face flushed crimson on the field, the immense pressure nearly crushing him.
Had his two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones not greatly strengthened his physique, he would probably have been sent flying, coughing blood, at the very first clash.
But even with the boost from those two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, this was as far as he could go.
Holding out in a deadlock for a few seconds was his current limit. Had he faced a Soul Saint who did not specialize in strength today, he could have lasted longer, perhaps even overpowered his opponent.
But the man standing before him today was Zhao Wuji, famed for his strength. In this clash of pure physical power, Lu Shiyuan was utterly overwhelmed.
"My level's holding me back again!" This was already the second time today he had voiced a similar lament, and his thirst for higher levels and greater strength surged once more.
Just as Lu Shiyuan thought this was the end and prepared to protect his body and meridians while taking Zhao Wuji's punch head-on, a gentle voice suddenly rang out.
"Glazed light turns and bursts forth! First: Strength! Second: Speed! Third: Soul!"
Three successive rays of light enveloped Lu Shiyuan, transforming into pure power that flooded his body.
Ning Rongrong was now a Soul Elder, and all three of her enhancement skills provided a boost of at least forty percent.
The latter two were all well and good, but to Lu Shiyuan right now, a forty-percent increase in strength was nothing short of coal delivered in a snowstorm.
With that power boosting him, Lu Shiyuan, who had been on the verge of buckling, instantly turned the battle around.
In truth, the gap in strength between him and Zhao Wuji