Tang San had already begun his performance, a show entitled "How to Get Thrashed by a Soul Saint in Every Way Imaginable."
With Lu Shiyuan's example before him, Zhao Wuji had assumed that Tang San must possess sufficient strength to challenge him so confidently.
There was no reason for Zhao Wuji to fight Lu Shiyuan with all his might, only to let an entire Pacific Ocean's worth of water through when facing Tang San.
And one must not forget that Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul Avatar lasted a full half hour.
Even after his battle with Lu Shiyuan, half of that duration remained.
Since Tang San had issued a challenge, Zhao Wuji had no reason to dismiss his Martial Soul Avatar.
After all, once his Martial Soul Avatar ended, he would be weakened for quite some time.
If he intended to establish his authority, he naturally had to see the job through.
If he really capsized in a gutter while weakened, what would have been the point of his earlier clash with Lu Shiyuan?
And so Zhao Wuji treated everyone to a display of creative thrashing. At only level 29, Tang San was as helpless as a kindergarten child before him.
It was an old man toying with a mischievous child. Their strength and combat experience were simply on different planes.
Lu Shiyuan had no interest in the performance unfolding before him. He was busy reviewing his own battle in his mind.
From the order and timing of his Soul Skills to his use and control of strength, the battle replayed in his mind like a film, frame by frame.
It was a habit he had developed at the Great Soul Arena in Star Luo City. Since he had already fought, would it not have been a wasted battle if he